Secrets of a Tulip Chamber

A Boy With Roses

my bleeding heart is bereft without you                                                                                      

I revolve on this axis and dream of clear skies                                                                                  

pure waters dragging me back to the mist of morning dew

 

wake me from deep slumber, these Folsom Prison Blues                                                  

tilted in the memory of my sarcophagus, quicksilver and tethered plumes                                    

rise towards divine earth like sleeping bones, scars reminding us 

 

quiet cinders glow with the light of magic blood                                                                  

finding myself in his arms, my fingertips are numb to the touch                

and I often wonder if I will ever feel this love again 

 

wondering if the sun will ever call my name again, serpentine and raining  

I break the rind and breathe in the scent of pine, the scent of him left behind            

aching in these sheets, the last time I saw him I was like sand 

 

digging myself from the roots of grief, dreaming of how we used to be                  

decaying like rotten fruit, compelled by my surviving thoughts            

floating at our ending I pretend, a coin dropped in an endless ocean 

 

tied to the ruined memory of losing him in love's fire                

olive green footprints flurry into ribbons breaking at the seams 

I tried to explain it, cut through useless truth like I'm a buttery axe 

 

slid into lucid dreams about you, violins soaring to the music of our love                        

burnished in a rusting city the horizon of this dream compels me with waves                        

hands full of hope, the colours of voices shifting and longing 

 

I stare at pale faces and fiddle with my thumbs, smoke fills my lungs                          

breathless when I read your poems, I folded myself, into a forgotten kingdom          

touching myself in a flood of pleasure, thinking about all the ways I could fuck you 

 

my rhymes were never enough to get me through this heartbreak season                                  

I feel the cold blunt edge of your wilted goodbye, torture without reason                          

how I never knew fickle wings could never carry me 

 

I was an arrow aiming at you, drowning in your tides                                                            

your love rushes through my veins like the coldest night                                                                

at the foot of my bed birds sing and when I touch the floor 

 

the ashes are restless and vague , they sing about us lonely boys                                            

mysterious shadows, the pearl of bells chiming Semper                                                              

I keep my tears in a jar where the lotus unfurls, summer days like a dream                              

 

take me anywhere, take me anywhere, let us stay there                                                

take me anywhere and let us stay there. 

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