August Poetry Month

you left behind a golden legacy dipped in candlewax and feathers you left me tasting ashes and spitting out smoke ~mefm

As I expected you to you tore me assunder. The shreds of my heart like shards of a broken vase never fit together in the same way. So I blitz myself. Become sand. I fire myself with spite, blow myself with hot air, shape myself with indecision, Till I am new. Fresh. Seamless. I treasure my broken heart, He lives on my shelf for safe keeping. A glass sea otter- Wholly unlike the shattered thing you left behind. ~emam

"Breathe" And you do. Laughing and spluttering; you haven't felt this way in years. He looks at you - wide-eyed and cheeky grinned. And suddenly, the fear, the persecution, the look on your poor mother's face, summers spent wasted in silence; slip in to the palm of your hand and are stolen by his kisses on your fingers. "You taste like cherry soda." you manage to hum in to the crook of his neck. "You taste like solitude," he says, "Like forgiveness," he says, "Like gratitude," he says, "Like happiness," he says, "You taste like love," he says, "You taste like home," he says, "You taste exactly like I expected you to." ~mefm

As you gasp in me Beg me into your lungs Cry my name in sacred prayer I pull you from my sea foam mantle, discard your shell/ the husk of you/ Pluck your soul as a Pearl from an Oyster Pull you to my lips... Such sea-glass eyes! They should have warned me! How sweetly I'd whisper you/ breathe, boy! Breathe!! -emam

or the fall of snow; settling outside the window, as you gasp in me. ~mefm

Autumn leaves Tumbling turn tails on each other, the race for the ground! The race for life - Who will win? The feather, or The fall? -emam

if the boot still fits and you'll hold your hand in mine; let's crush autumn leaves ~mefm

Her worst favourite, Her best mistake The doodle she couldn't undid 'Home skillet,' Is that a good name for a kitten? Well, if the boot fits~ -emam

and her Only One - cradles her beneath the covers Toes tracing calves and fingers buried where they shouldn't be - her Proctector - ready to catch the screams with kisses and caresses Scary Movies are becoming her worst favourite. ~mefm

And when all is said, and over   what has been done, is done, we'll be nothing more than a story,   "The queen of Lesbos, and her Only One."- EMAM

give me my poison again, foul human, and this night will be your last i growl at her, as she attempts to bundle me in that scratchy blanket and call me a 'burrito' bloody human i unleash another hiss and she comments on my teeth i'll rip her throat out with them GAH! the foul beast has won the pill is in my mouth my flea kingdom will perish ~mefm

- emam

powers galore lie in glorious meadows filled with the lush spring flowers ~mefm

      galore!

-mefm

-EMAM

pearlescent summer sky reflects in rivers, ponds, in puddles, and you ~mefm