Batman

Snow
a new kind of foliage 
setting the landscape in high contrast 
and turning the floor into puddles.
Snow
which lays in flakes on your lovers eyelashes
and seeps from the sky,
each snowflake is an epiphany

At three o'clock he picked me up from school.
The quiet seeped through the radio,
defining his breathing,
breathing, like before you cry,
like he was on the edge of himself,
of his self control,
because he couldn't cry.

My love is made of shadows,
and chocolate,
and gummy bears.
Of grit and sunlight,
and cold, bare skin.
My love is made of pink fingertips,
and stars,
and giggling.
Of secrets and dreams,
and a quiet pencil,

Poetry
which sits,
on the lips of flowers,
on the tongue of a hummingbird.
Poetry
which wanders,
through a field of yellow dresses,
through a forest of tangled hair.
Poetry
which slips,
between drunken pages,

Broken teeth 
eat crusty bread
over a table made of wine

Broken arms 
hold crying babies
over a blanket made of tears

Broken hearts
keep salty secrets
over a river made of blood

Broken minds

If time took a cigarette
and put it in your mouth*
then time took your body
and put it in my head
as god takes my words
you take my heart

If time took the photos
which line my pockets
then time took your voice