Dig my heart from a prehistoric grave
waiting. With the patience
of dinosaur bones.
Hold me like a drowning man’s
last breath. Kiss me like a lost lover
found after death
Push me into the wall
Mug me for my
freedom. Blown away
with one kiss. Your ghost
still dances. In my hall,
drinking, a bottle of wine
poisoned, by lying
lips. I rest on
a broken chair. Fishing
for my way home. After
dark. I fold the night
like velvet, hold it
forever. I wish
on every star
breathe in
the dust
Cough. Coal into
diamonds. Coil in blood
letting regret. String your
tendons on the wall, and play
slide. Your hands
up a black leather
mini skirt. Only
to catch
my eye
dangling
on a fish
hook.
Iris Moon Benson is a senior studying landscape architecture and a student
in the University’s Kidd Tutorial creative writing program.