On the theme of How We Fall Out of Love
The History Architect
twilight lanterns fragile light
a will to feel sown
swallow ash
plant a seed make the bed
the steam whistles warmth as she gathers her sword
the look of love eyes in-shined
as evening shifts we wonder
what we left back at the start
all the demons decided to cook for you
exposing heart’s weakest moments
gathering nest
as something in the dirt rises towards you
clings to the sky
reaches high with direction
different sizes dragged across the floor
with answers chewing in their mouths
her eyes and her broken
flood become a hungry man’s river
fishing out lavender ghosts
saddling the dragon knowing she was the one
soft gathering fool
her rock is filling up pages
canyons swollen in offered affections
secrets kept buried deep in the rift
never once smoked damages
torn the risk of a worthless heart
or refracted from the aching damn
the smallest parallels of wilderness
burn the old shame from the legacy
where bone begins it’s task
of waiting for the huntsman
the history architect
hands have never
given out forgiveness
smitten fields are man loved
sky grows to yawn
beds whisper birth
force passing
ears as breathless lobs
touch between sly paths
where ghosts have moored rain
flag on a broken arrow
adorns body’s grief hill
Author Biography
John Barrios is a writer and stay-at-home father living in Portland, Oregon. He currently writes for Small Doggies Online Journal where he enjoys talking to writers about their process.