One day she’ll be normal
One day she’ll be fixed
For now the Stygian darkness cradles her;
Whispering the sweetest poem of dissolution.
Letting the saccharine words dance through her crippled mind,
She blooms like the brahma kamal at nightfall.
One day she will hear his words of amore through his actions;
But those actions are quiet and simple
She can always hear that syrupy voice just behind her own thoughts
One day she will be fixed
One day her dose will be stronger than the voice
And let her live again
I’m chasing that buzz, that dampness that makes my skin flush
where kisses taste like copper
delicate articulation lost to cacophonous praise
your sharp tongue, lacerates me to my soul and I’d die for more
Tell me how can I can be better? how good am I now?
I’m craving more and left anguished
are you lost in this moment like I am?
my eyes glaze over and I can see stars in a galaxy of my own design
Surely you feel my heartbeat quicken in my throat
as you squeeze the pain away.
Can we now take flight as spring approaches?
I was humbled by the winter and more so by my inability to keep us warm