Burnished the Sunspot

just when it was safe for us to be                                        

to wade through love's tears and suck on liquid orange                                  

you cut me like a broken mirror in a yew tree                                      

burned the image of nightfall into my wandering soul                                

watching me fall into flowing music                                            

stupefied in clouds of acrimony I hallucinate                                                                                                          

with a pill in my mouth, with a gun in my mouth                                                                    

I can taste the cold steel on my tongue                                                                                          

I can feel the warmth of your arms draped over me                                                            

I remember you like nectar and riptides                                                                          

like I remember the days of being halcyon and young                                                          

last month I was placid and I sat looking at the moon                                              

looking at the moon and hoping you could see how much it hurts                                                                        

the realisation that things will never be the way they were                                                              

that my wounded flesh surrendered to time                                                            

was like a wave crashing back to shore, like dew in my eyes                                    

sunlight echoes in lightrooms                                                                                      

calling out for love, I pray for rain to wash away the pain                                            

I pray for rain as transcendent as a sea                                                                              

you picked me from the root and told me I would be okay                                              

you filled me with love on a blue sky day                                                                                    

and as I faltered, you carried me like a deluge                                                        

burnished the sunspot                                                                                                      

you said this love was to be passed on                                                                            

you said this music was for the children that never loved                                                    

you insisted this kiss was for the songbirds                                                                            

but you never said it like you mean it.