When I'm drunk, and you come over, and I see everything
In gold and blue, I can taste you on my lips, a burning desire
Fading away like memories drifting like autumn foliage
I look down roads, down hallways, I see images
Of us dying in a sea of poetry
Self-loathing in a room filled with darkness
I come back to you, a glaring verisimilitude, pondering
I see the morning and its sharp teeth
The orange glow of the sunrise in the distance
I hear a saxophone
I see a city made out of synthetic organs
Bleeding like a symphony
The sea is jutting back and forth
Voiceless
I thought the sea was dead
So I painted
The lake, the flowers, the dying rain
The soft earth crumbling in my hands
Saying love is a prophecy
A tender embrace between the night and the moon
Temptation, erosion
You flow like a red river, the tears of a dead deer
A pill to die
I woke up in a flood of sweat
With bats sweeping over my head
Following the darkness into the light
The moonlight is disintegrating into ashes.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 13th, 2022 18:48
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
'I see the morning and its sharp teeth
The orange glow of the sunrise in the distance
I hear a saxophone
I see a city made out of synthetic organs
Bleeding like a symphony
The sea is jutting back and forth
Voiceless '
A Brilliant read
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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