Forever Fallen Timber
written by: K.F. Hartless
@hartless_k
I love you for the fleecy mountainside
of your faithful forearms;
for the backward rollercoaster ride,
in your eyes, my lucky charms.
For the exotic entanglement
of our lustful pretzel;
for your voice’s soothing spearmint,
and the way our wits wrestle.
I love how your sturdy broom bristles
sweep my pieces when I tussle;
for you ironing all the wrinkles
from my forehead and my ruffles.
I want to be your pocket flint,
guaranteed to spark;
the momentary glint
that terrifies the dark.
You can be my balanced flame,
a psychedelic tremor.
I will lay down still and lame,
your forever fallen timber.
K.F. Hartless (she/her) is a free-spirited fiction writer and word trapeze artist. When she's not juggling her career as a literacy specialist, she's preparing her latest death-defying act on the keys. Recently, she's been published by Horns and Rattles Press, 365tomorrows, Luna Station Quarterly, and Last Girl's Club. Check out her Yard Sale of Thoughts for fresh finds.
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