… fell into my dream bookshop again last night
it’s situated in the side of a green sloping hill
high above the village in which i seem to live
oddly, there’s never anyone else in any
of the many rooms apart from the owner
(of whom more soon) it’s always us alone
& never once in the thousands of times
i know i’ve dreamt of this idyllic world
do i do any thing as crass as buy a book
truthfully once i enter all i do is spend hours
browsing beautiful books which have yet
to be written & indeed which may never be
while flirting furiously & being flirted with
a girl so truly perfect the word itself
don’t think i didn’t see
you blaze across the sky
stardust bones
trailing in your wake
falling through clouds
condensation boiling
as friction sets fire
to your skin
heading i hope
straight for my heart
we all think love will save us
it rarely does
… fell into my dream bookshop again last night
it’s situated in the side of a green sloping hill
high above the village in which i seem to live
oddly, there’s never anyone else in any
of the many rooms apart from the owner
(of whom more soon) it’s always us alone
& never once in the thousands of times
i know i’ve dreamt of this idyllic world
do i do any thing as crass as buy a book
truthfully once i enter all i do is spend hours
browsing beautiful books which have yet
to be written & indeed which may never be
while flirting furiously & being flirted with
a girl so truly perfect the word itself
don’t think i didn’t see
you blaze across the sky
stardust bones
trailing in your wake
falling through clouds
condensation boiling
as friction sets fire
to your skin
heading i hope
straight for my heart
we all think love will save us
it rarely does
This story has haunted me since I first read the deviantart blog a month again. I've been working on a poem (off & on) ever since. Here then is my contribution to #LonelyWhaleCreative.
I attach the poem "52 hurts" as a pdf because formatting is impo...