for you

queer-with-a-pen

my last act here

was to turn tail and run,

bleeding heart not quite

to a torrent, but damn near

close enough

 

and i pushed my little

wooden rowboat

out into the waves,

aimed for the horizon

out past the breakers

 

i know that there was

nothing for me to break here,

but three sheets to the wind

and alone, that’s hard to believe

 

my guilt is emptied

from the stomach over the side,

suddenly seasick and so

far away from that shore

 

and i’ll go back eventually,

after i’m done laying against

the soggy wooden boards under

a sky choked with storm clouds,

like the way your name stuck

in my throat

 

and maybe you’ll be there,

waiting for me with dry clothes

and open arms

 

but even if you’re not,

i’ll understand,

and still keep the coffee hot

and that candle burning 

for a little while longer 

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2023 23:04
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 20
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'a sky choked with storm clouds,
    like the way your name stuck
    in my throat'
    what a treat, to be greeted by your brilliant
    poetic talent
    so early in the year, thank you!
    and Happy New Year
    dear cherished Poet



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