by Mylo Reyes
Our gaze could drill holes in the side of our heads.
Skipping beats, snuck between blanket and bed.
Hearts stir the stars.
You and I could sit together,
in the grandstands,
and commit theft.
Trading Monarchs for breath.
And we’d laugh.
And our hearts would fuck.
And we’d cross our fingers,
that they wouldn’t end up fucking us.
0 thoughts on “Lung Thieves”
It’s tough to put new spin and avoid cliche when dealing with ‘heart’ but I don’t think i’ve ever seen nor heard of “…our hearts would fuck.” Well done! (I just can’t get that image out of my head!)–lol.
This ended a bit shocking… which I loved! Great poem!
Really fell for this one. Love the wordplay and the re-defined cliche.