GuaranĂ¡

A Boy With Roses

Pull the seed from the fruit, the bleeding rock                                                              

The red flesh of pulp, the salty tears from the eyeball                                                  

Split yourself in a dilemma, and your eternal song                                                  

Will prosper in the afterglow 

 

There, you see a forest of paintings uplifted                                                        

Drowning in mother's quietness                                                                                        

The hills spilled weeping moonlight upon us                                                                

Burrowed into the sky of our bones                                                                          

Beholden arms sewed to the music of death                                                                      

In the sky's harness, our bodies are featherless                                                          

Lifeless shapes in an orchestra of cries                                                                    

Watch your dizzy head spin, loop and sink                                                        

Burnish the edges and your teeth in their finery                                                                  

Smoke and stain, promises wilt

 

Sore feet, continue on, blistered and tired                                                              

Everything around you gets smaller                                                                              

But the roar of thunder eclipsed in memory                                                                      

Is infinitely sweeter than honey in a daydream                                                      

Everything spins and I'm wondering where I am                                                                

In this mute wonderland, this moving reality                                                            

These oceans are true, beating hearts                                                          

Driving fast into the crux of the night, bereft                                                                  

I'm falling into you, falling into you

 

I can't stop it, this undying love, unnamed                                                                          

I won't betray your cuts, your wandering feet                                                            

Unwinding pulses, wrapped in earth, our sleepless eyes                                                

Are butterflies gently whispering in cloud dust                                                    

Closer we move, closer with every touch. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2022 17:38
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Comments1

  • jarcher54

    Lots of choice images here. Your work is often like a puzzle, challenges to the mind and the heart... can hills spill moonlight? Yes, they can, you nailed it! And cries can be an orchestra... and if you say so, butterflies can whisper!



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