Temple

A Boy With Roses

I am a diamond, waiting to be mined                                                                                

Jumping into blue pools in the summertime                                                                            

My limbs twitch and an electric rush pushes through                                                      

My golden bones, when I think of you                                    

I feel like I could die inside, crying rivers through windows                                                          

I do it for you, I do it for you

 

Reaping fruit, glorious music of love                                                                                

When we cross the boundary 

 

I get fonder, and adore how you bite your lip                                                                        

A mouth full of praise                                                                                                      

The liquor dissolves on my tongue                                                                            

Pleasure for days, when I look at the sun                                                                            

I'm embarrassed by all the stupid things I've done                                                                        

All the wars I've never won                                                                                              

Now I've been smoking and drinking more than usual                                

I can't seem to let my vices go                                                                                                  

It seems like everyday there's another reason                                                  

And I have no self-control over my actions, leading me here                                                          

I hold out my hands to catch your tears                                                                                

Your kiss pressed against my rosy pink lips                                                                      

Moving my hands from my pockets                                                                          

I swiftly grasp your face, time clenched in my palms                                                

A moment shared, a moment wanted 

 

I miss your body                                                                                                                                  

I miss your body. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2021 17:25
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  • jarcher54

    A little indulgent, and a little too familiar to most of us, at least once upon a time. I can relate to this most of all: I swiftly grasp your face, time clenched in my palms. Holding time, if only! Thanks for sharing your vices: smoking, drinking, sex, and poetry!



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