Matthew Christopher

Rookie (December 28,1989 / Kingston, Ontario)

Refreshed, I Can Smell Europe - Poem by Matthew Christopher

I die every night in your arms,
come alive everymorning without the pain of being born.
I'm invigorated, even though my eyes are dark.

I'm an eagle that soars on the warm current of your breath
A cold blooded snake who warms himself 'round your neck
My melody is measured by your beating heart

We're lucky,
we don't have to live up to the rules.
I can hear the accordion
and from our bed I can smell Europe.

Comments about Refreshed, I Can Smell Europe by Matthew Christopher

  • Martin O'Neill (4/5/2012 4:47:00 PM)

    I love the idea of the smell of Europe. Brings back memories of sauerkraut, crepes, paella, darkly arabic coffee in a cafe in Monceaux-en-Bessin, Arromanches sea salt.
    Thank you for this.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 13, 2012

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