Something like a love poemPosted: November 16, 2014
Oh won’t you stay,
Let the midnight weep your absence
Run into my arms, fall unto me
Like a ripened leaf in autumn, weary
An exploding star, in all your darkness
Your rage, your light, your fire, I admire
Your undefined depths, I am aware
That you are, but dust
In all your magnificent glory.
But oh, won’t you stay, linger on
Like the sting of too much pineapple on sensitive teeth, or the dull pain in feet
After a long, happy walk. You are
But human, and beautiful,
In the way you stand alone amongst your own debris.
Let the midnight weep, let
The skies simper and mewl for your cruel niceties
Butterflies disguised as mice, scuttling around the corner
I see beneath the veil, and still
Stand amused, feeling
Walk into your heart people may and
Leave solid footsteps, a fleeting trail of summer blossoms at times
But sometimes all they leave is
A muddied, bloodied mess, strewn with carcasses.
Cleaning up is a bitch.
My heart longs to retire, into the
Cool, mossy embrace of the woods known
The jungle path well traveled, but what use
Is one’s comfort zone but to rot and reek of remains?
A rustle of leaves and a soft sigh of wind brings back your breath
Upon my cheek, a silent kiss
So sweetly wrought
With the subtle pain
Yet I recoil, rewind, wrap myself around me, sink
Unto myself, instead
Of reaching out and touching your face,
Every single time.