I named constellations after freckles on your chest
I invented new colors for the light in your eyes
I knelt before the altar of your hips
and bloodlet from biting my tongue
My carotid spills out for you
My goddess' vestige burning from the heat of your skin
Drink of me and taste of my death
I'm lost somewhere between Ara and Andromeda
I gorge myself on Saturn's rings
and expel new stars for you,
building a world for a heart that was never mine
Cultus, cado, caecus
For your pragma and your mercy
You are Sanctus Dolor, burning
Consuming, breaking, destroying
I have murdered myself again
I have built empires for you
My cerebral cortex brimming and
spilling forth unto those Seven Hills we dreamed of,
Your dreams are dead so you buried me with them
Somewhere between Quirinal and Capitoline
I rot in the Field of Mars
My eyes melting upward toward Venus
YOU ARE READING
Drinking Eridanus
PoetryThis is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!