Friday, May 20, 2011

Snow globe

I want to keep you in a glass-globe prison
and wrap up our memories in foil
and stick them in an oven.
I want them to cook and bake and boil
inside the tin sheets till the juices and the oils
like rum in a plum cake
and all that's left is over-baked
memories dry
and desolate.

But you. You I want in a snow globe.
I want to shake up your world
every time I miss you
and smile whenever the fake snowflakes
kiss you
I want...I want to be in there with you,
frozen forever in porcelain perfection
hanging on by my fingertips
and I want...
I want to be the fake snowflakes on your lips.

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