#pivotpoet

the last frigatebird glides over darkened waves green flash

I watched the blood moon sinking at dawn, while the new morning stained the sky with broken promises watched as the western horizon swallowed her whole knowing she will be spat out again over these waves tonight, gravid and so heavy that the stars will be outshone and you and I will have passed another day as a memory....

The moon falls into the dawn sea, quiet and bleeding silver, as the sun slashes the sky wide open and spills the stars. I desperately fill my pockets with stardust wanting to sprinkle my words with all the hope you took but there are too many holes between pockets and hands.

Bare boned, this love clings to the remains of a frame stooped in goodbyes joints creak in protest with your name and I swear you can see these last gasps through every cloth I try to cover them with.

What is it about abject loneliness that brings your name like a confessional to my mouth? Are you the only prayer these lips can form? Because you don't taste like heaven anymore, and I'm afraid of this hell in my ribs.

I pick at our memory      like a blemish, keeping raw this melanoma of thought maybe I'm hoping that scars can't form in cuts left wide open or maybe I just know that I will still be licking this wound        as long as I keep choking round the rust of your name in my throat.

Dead starlight wakes me to the stillness of this room, where your pillow may lay untouched, but your handprints blaze quiet from my flesh.

Your voice growls into my ear and blurs into the butterflies in the pit of my stomach; surely it must be love.