the 4620.1 frame

lukakorba (63)in #poetry • 6 years ago

the paradigm's about to shift.
balloon in hand, i'm bound to lift off.

i know there's love you hide inside.
my eyes are open, open wide,
but no light comes in;
through dark i swim.
can't see a thing.
no, no.

she floods the sky with red balloons.
i thought the earth had many moons,
but i was so wrong.
i don't belong
inside her head
or in her bed.

it's difficult for me get
so close to someone i forget
her silhouette.
i don't regret
the change of set.

the land of red balloons became
a stream of consciousness; a frame
carved out of love
for knowing a dove.

6 years ago in #poetry by lukakorba (63)