The pictures on the walls we see, oracles slipped by
Plunged into dark hearts, dark nights, but
We can see the truth from cold and expansive pinnacles
Flesh turned into syrup
Haunted by the screams of dying stars
Lights so bright they burn through the undertow
Shining in blues and gold
I hit the rocky cliffs and thought of you
The pulse width, heedless with your beauty
I keep you like a secret close to the prism of my chest
Eager spots of pleasure I burnish
Found you moribund at the embers of your footsteps
Coming undone in dreams with you
I dive into your endless ocean of kisses
Explore your body with soft touches
Your hairy chest, your beard, your feet
Your heavy breath like a drug, a temporary cure
A moment when I feel no pain, just bliss
Riveting ecstasy duplicated
My wandering eyes are far removed, down the evergreen
Path of temptation, startled rabbit in every garden
A swan in the lake, elegant mind screaming
Soul weaving composed in formation
Boreholes and buried salvation, in the woods I utter
Crawling flesh... silverware polished
There's a little black hole on the mantlepiece
Where the pictures used to be, saying your name
Saying your name, saying your name
Too high to see my feet, but needless to say
That was the last time I truly smiled, seeing your face
Decomposing sunlight sewn into orgasm
The happiness could never have lasted, it was an island
Floating away into time, worn down
I hear your name in every puddle when it rains
The smell remains, soaked into your skin, your teeth
That slow burning music lingering
I comb through the depths of gold fields and see
Deers frolic and caper in shrines, the last thread split in two
I lie down with you and we're atoms, we're memories
Stoic and making shapes with my fingers
But you'll never know all the hurt you've caused
The constellations I've bathed in are shining for you
Blood as hot as precious red stones
Built skies out of dreams, made an enemy out of myself
But you never know my darkest fears
I kiss you with lies
And when my body aches, the pain won't abate
And the hypnotic sheen flickers with smooth round edges
The rustle of bones coaxed from illuminated hands
Becomes a pool of silent dust
A pocket of sombre words falls out of a drunk man, seduced
By the bleeding ghost of one's artful memory
I listen to the walls, to the floor, the fire within the soul
I hear them, they're glib
Sweet madeira on my lips, crumbling in my untidy conscience
My devoted love, detached from the earth's roots
Plummeting harmony in shoddy floods, rushing in and out
Moonrise at our summit, lukewarm responses trimmed
There is no more sinew in our haven
Now we're imprudent, we're heathen
I drink you like the shadows, the last umbra
Cuts deeper than a lesion.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2022 19:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
'Where the pictures used to be, saying your name
Saying your name, saying your name
Too high to see my feet, but
needless to say
That was the last time
I truly smiled, seeing your face
Decomposing sunlight sewn into orgasm
The happiness
could never have lasted, it was an island
Floating away into time, worn down
I hear your name
in every puddle when it rains'
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