(based on "Mascara" by Deftones
Their old limestone hearts
come halfway back to the halfway houses of life
whenever you plant your feet near them
and it turns me Macbeth.
You are daybreak, a pool of pretty crystals
looking back at me, a teaspoon of sugar
to ease the burns.
And it kills me.
Solstice
falls on me and I on it.
My bedroom has your noises memorized,
soft moans and the cries of violets twisting in their sockets
and it fucks me up.
You find me on Death's hill,
splayed out, bleeding as stars are bleeding
and you say you'll love me, after holding yourself
so together, light as a feather floating on a brook
and you're married to me.
That's too bad.
YOU ARE READING
PERCHED PARCHED BUTTERFLY
PoetryYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.