I left my heart in Brooklyn
The pieces on the sidewalk
Serenaded by old rhythms
On round records
The warmth of a hearth
To soothe my insides
Your smile to leave me languid
Lulled to sleep by your caramel tone
The roughness of your laugh
The dimples I'd get lost in
The ones built only for me
As I gather the pieces of you and me
From the floor
Like a jigsaw, we fit back together
So exquisitely, it's reminiscent
Of perfect design, a creator's will
To paint beauty, bewitched
I itch for your caress
Your hands are warm and rough
They travel my body with lust
And when we fall to the sheets panting
The feeling returning to our satiation
I'm left with a trembling heart
The only words stuck in my throat
They make me choke
On my pride
Because I'm just the fire that burns
The flame that lit up your world
But like all embers
I eventually grow cold
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PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
