this need for you
this hunger
to taste you
smeared
in a feast
all over my swollen lips
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
A flare
You were but a flame to an inferno
A brilliant flash, a flare
A vortex, a whirl, just misappropriated air
How bitter and burnt
Now your flame but a flicker
The sky I breathe is arcane, fervent and thicker
You seek to seize, not to entice, arouse or awaken
Your eyes meant to deceive disenchant, dissuade and dampen
A heart that was true,
Once alive and eager
Now grief comes in waves
Staggered yet brave
Yet your capricious tenue
Now our love I fear too small
Too tiny, too meager
Feathers
Take your time with me
Your feathers pick at my bones
If I read from your skin
Would you take my heart
And I kept pulling down on the sky
Pages
I want to fill pages
And don’t know what to say
My words fail me
My thoughts betrayed
To hush the voices
That drip through my pen
All the silent choices
I must face again
seeking sorrows
I seek out sorrows
That don’t belong to me
And sadness fills my cup
I will seek refuge in broken souls
So I may prick my finger on the reapers scythe
running to stand still
Everyone is stop go, stop go, stop go - like we all have somewhere important to be, no one really lives anymore, it’s like the U2 song, we are all just running to stand still
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