SILENCE IN OUR EARS

we learn sex in silent
            jagged breaths
                        because walls are
                                    too thin & our love too
            dangerous in this house

                                               even when no one's home
                                                          we are haunted by the possibility
                                   of walls with ears

                                                                      your lips taste of sunset &
                                                          my favorite pie

                                                                                             i dissolve in sheets of
                                                                                wanting to feel your skin
                                                                                                       fade into shades of sky

                                                                                                                               our hearts are
                                                                                                                               plastered
                                                                                                                   with coton &
chromium
                                                                                                                               24 seconds
away from

                                                                      f
                                                           o
                                                r
                                    e
                        v
            e
r

 

EVERY CIRCLE IS PERFECT IN THE DARK

the sky is every lover i ever knew
calling me back into their sheets
& everything beautiful thing we created.
every cloud a pillow damp with
light, lust, & the licking of lips.
every sheet a ghost come back
for one last kiss before the morning
& the flight. didn’t i warn you?
when i threw myself in morse code
smoke into the ocean what did you
expect would happen but my
disappearance. i dissolve in the
bedframe of every picture i do not
want to keep. clothes on the floor
until sunrise, don’t think we’ll survive
with the birds. i don’t want to know
how you take your coffee only if you
will take me. the darkness is a skin
we won’t need to shed tonight. if
you break my heart open you’ll see
the sky.


CAROLINE GRAND-CLEMENT is a sixteen years old, half-time poet, half-time student at an international school in Lyon, France. She dreams of art in any form, falling stars and late night conversations. She takes part in the school magazine as writer and co-editor. She tweets @octopodeshearts.