In a rusty memory I thought I threw away ages ago
I came across your name on my lips but I had forgotten
what it was like to say it, though it kind of rolls off the tongue,
but I won't bother saying it now since it tastes odd in my mouth.
You don't remember the way it sounded coming from me,
Because it's been too long since you last took my hand and smiled with me beneath
the stars. You know, my gravity came
from you. Some kind of appeal always kept
my eyes on your jaw, gracing me with a bouquet
of streetlamps on my walk home. A smirk danced
on your lips and you danced in the street
still always pulling, tugging, always having a hold on me
and, well, everything. You were cosmos, even when you thought
you were just a man with no senses, you knew
anything about the world and all of its wonders
while I was so preciously human, you were
something else entirely. I think there may have been
someone before you that mattered, but I don't remember
them now. You said there was nothing that mattered in the universe
just us. Well, you said there were atoms and us, but for me
there was only you.
But you were the one who looked into my desires
exhaled galaxies that touched my skin with electrons and spoke
out clouds. There was only you,
a rusted memory I threw away years ago. I came across your name
on my lips but I had forgotten what it was like to say it
but I won't bother saying it now. It tastes odd in my mouth.
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The Dragon That Breathes Flowers
PoesíaA collection of poetry exploring struggles and growth through the destruction of family obligations and expectations, through love and the ones that weren't the one. Poetry that aims to capture the human experience. I hope it resonates with you wher...
