#poetscorner

I’m sorry for wishing it all out when all I ever wanted was to keep you safely

in

I’m sorry for dreaming up your life when it could never begin

I don’t want to count cardinals

catch butterflies

don’t want to see shapes in clouds or hear whispers in wind

I want what I was promised,

I’m a creator

I give breath I don’t care if you stretch my skin

I don’t mind if I get cut side to side again I wanted this

but now I’m just

a walking tomb, womb retching from the death

(a bit of me died with you)

please stay

and I’ll fill a swimming pool with saltwater tears where you can splash and play

please stay and I’ll spill bathwater from my eyes so you can bathe

please stay and I’ll keep the ocean full so you can watch the foam roll on the waves

(wishing the blood out isn’t wishing you away)

into burgundy breezes and

sienna corpses thrash under our feet

November retreats

Into death into solace

leaving her weight in the warmth of her promise

And silently, steady she fades without trace

Pink glow of the morning, the way the sun tastes

Like lilac melting on ice

Or a lavender corset that’s bound to green lace

Like lovers packing a suitcase

she’s waiting in shadows and emerges so gently

speaks ribbons through doorways to grant you sweet entry to autumnal lush and amber sunset

And I appear, lifelessly haunting

rosary swaying like a pendulum between my ears I am

flushed, flowered

I am living again

You turn me into rain soaked stairs

You make me into crocheted patterns

You spin me into woven gold

You drink from me like I’m your tavern

Like a bullet straight from fingertips that land loveless

on my lips I straddle you with swerving hips my god I think you’ve got me

on a silver little platter

I rock steadily between your knees, you’re paint and I am splatter

My golden love, my moonlit dove

Swallow you whole, suck you out from underneath

the table and swallow like gold is coating my throat

Pucker my lips around each of your fingertips and taste

the father son and Holy Ghost

I slither around your leg like a cobra and I fasten tight

I button you up like a dress on Sunday morning and I fit just right

I’m the alpha the omega I’m the puppy whimpering at your side

Pawing your thigh and looking at you with big dewy eyes, I’m so alive I need you to take me out back and shoot me or

Take me on the wildest ride of my life, I’m no angel

But I’ll take you to heaven tonight, I’ll lap you up

like water when all you’ve ever known was dry.

Or you hung them in the sky, I can’t decide but

Your breath on mine makes them all align

This story never does get old

My loose knit heart shining like gold

Born to me but yours to hold

Yours to cherish, touch, unfold

your warrior heart fights battles

on our silly playing field

There’s nothing getting shattered

when the fighter’s made of steel

and you take two steps towards me

and I rest upon your shield, look up

into the eyes of the time we’ve yet to kill

If ever I get bruised when you’re loving me

this sweet, tender longing will fall dead

at both my feet and I’ll untangle fate and folly

just to kiss you from above

I’ve been immortalized in this bed tonight and

doesn’t

It

Just

Feel

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