matthew lyon
matthew lyon Poems
1. | Ex | 3/6/2006 |
2. | Silver Ribbon | 3/6/2006 |
3. | The City | 3/6/2006 |
4. | I Am In Mourning For My (Love) Life | 3/6/2006 |
5. | My Thoughts - 2am Sunday Morning | 3/11/2006 |
6. | A Chomskyites Lament | 3/11/2006 |
7. | Apathy Taken To New Heights | 3/11/2006 |
Best Poem of matthew lyon
Silver Ribbon
Slowly, feather-light
I circle my fingertips
down the canvas of your back
like a painter.
Brushstroking fluffy clouds
across your shoulder-blades
grassy hills along your spine
cascading rivers over your hips.
And then I cloak your body in mine
sealing in my designs
before uprooting
your spiral-staircase curls
and drinking from the molasses
of your neck.
Gently, you arch yourself
up towards me
and we find each other
instinctively,
hands locked,
as a stripe of moon
tints your floor-strewn sheets
like a silver ribbon.
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