the journey...

'the journey'

photography by sweetmango

i gazed upon your

half open mouth

and watched the words

drip

slowly

i caught them with my hand

and they stung a little

so i closed my fist

tightly

and lifted my hand to my mouth

and ate them

because the thing that burns you

burns me.

a bird darted past your head

and a feather floated

to the ground

landing beside your bare foot

we stared at it for a bit

then you closed your eyes

and slept yesterday

while i sat awake in the now

my pen pressed against the breast

of the pulp of the tree

that ate my words as

eagerly as i

consumed yours.