YOUR MISTLETOE
red, green and white surround the house at dusk.
the vibrant reef hung on your door is something i see often now,
coming over to see you is something i do too often now.
as you open the door, the mistletoe is revealed above the kitchen doorway.
i wonder if you think of kissing me when you see it.
or do you think of Kieran? Or Michel?
or any of your other boy toys..
and while you grab my hand, dragging me to your room,
we pass it.
you don't think of me as your mistletoe lover.
you think of me as your blackthorn luster.
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Poesíagrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
