shine on

queer-with-a-pen

there is a darkness

harbored by my ribs

an ivory cage

 

and i am eating matches

like over-salted french fries

trying to burn

it off

 

but this isn’t

a movie

and this is not a bid to

die with my lover

 

my mattress is only

big enough for one

and there just aren’t enough

blankets to simulate the

warmth of another body

laying next to mine

 

scuffed boots leave streaks

of dirt on striped sheets

like i have somewhere to be

someone to go to

when i can’t sleep

 

but the sun rises

shines into bleary eyes

and if i squint

the shaft of light

arcing across my carpet

looks like it could be you

 

that darkness could also

arguably be in the shape of

you and i am still trying to

figure out if that place

is something i should be

ridding myself of

or holding close

with both hands

 

and these matches are

nowhere near as sweet

as your lips were

on that dark night

 

but i am shining

bright now

maybe enough for you

to see

 

and if you don’t

well

then that’s okay

too

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2019 00:12
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 25
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Mixed thoughts of missing someone in a cruel world. Our beds always accentuate the shadows within us.

  • Mark Maginn

    Nice imagery to limn loneliness and desire.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.