Rising Tides
This blog post is a certain kind of special.
When I was about six years old, my brother was born.
Since he was tiny and wrinkly I felt nothing but love for him.
We've had our sibling battles, possibly more than most have had - but he continues to inspire me & I will never stop feeling protective over him as if he was still tiny & wrinkly.
I am honored to share this week - one of his poems.
I will probably continue to share them as it feels right - but if you'd like to explore them more on your own, you can visit his tumblr here.
xo.
Rising Tides
Luscious and laconic
requiring a reply
made out of inverse excuses
echoing
that big hush
faster than the heartbeats
of golden brides
drifting into the West
and the kinds of pills
that don’t come with notes
But here
you’re accepted
all the same
you sink from the bottom
rising with the daylight
into the nighttime
Lit by corner Street lamps
as common as your name
below
the cover of familiar clouds
soft as black feathers
and luminous
as unexpected fertility
My waking hours
are coloured with your eyes
as blue as hidden veins
and as round as the moon
the tide of your pupils
draws me in
with every blink
I dissolve
into carbon monoxide
waiting
for you to breathe me in.
