All That I Loved Left Me With Scars

A Boy With Roses

Hello, goodbye. We come and go, like spider webs                                                

Through these rooms of distant memories                                                                      

Like a river, like the wind, preoccupied by the circumstances

 

We barely talk or have time for dinner                                                                                    

The world is raging like a sea, a bird calling in my ear                                                      

When we dance like moonbeams, like sewing machines 

 

I think of my sisters, how they cry                                                                          

When a leaf falls from a tree, how they're delicate                                                              

Like stars and roses, how the echoing night is iridescent

 

The afternoon is a statue                                                                                            

Dull and grey and swelling with rain                                                                                      

The black gets into my bones 

 

I open the morning post and buy fresh milk                                                                          

I think I'm seventeen again                                                                                    

Touching myself again, I can't help myself 

 

I'm in love with this weird Heaven                                                                                

The afterglow after the midnight rendezvous                                                                  

The last page in the book 

 

Speaks of the raven I saw this summer                                                                                  

I watched it closely in the field                                                                                    

Bury gold earrings in red oil paint, cut off its wings 

 

To soak in the blinding light                                                                                                    

I took a photograph of the moment to know it was real                                                  

My waterproof honeymoon

 

I suck on you like a melon and you taste like lime                                                                

I squeeze you like cranberries and call you mine                                                                

The horizon and the tideline 

 

My frog, my poison, my heart-shaped ring                                                                  

The sweat of your armpits sticks to me like bad luck                                                    

But I keep coming back. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2022 14:26
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