told me you were lonely
and held your breath just to
remember
but I remember
the time you blew
away the entire dandelion
how that dream never came true
we wait to be dreaming so
we can quench that thirst
and put it in glass jars
for later
i don't want to lose
the desire
we contemplate the collections
and slowly realize
once we move away from them we
find the bottom of ourselves
circles of glass bottles
plotting their revenge
the dead bumblebee lays in front
of my door with his six
legs in the air
i wait- he's still alive
a million first page poems
will be written in my sleep
but will never reach
the paper to save them
http://arbelwen.deviantart.com/art/Bottles-48214206
