I can touch your face in my heartbeat's rhythm.
Butterflies are absent
And a warmth defrosts my icicle veins.
Savor this moment,
While I fly without demise
That much closer to paradise,
Except when we lay side by side.
I sit above metallic, melancholic, machine,
Where cracks in the window are mended with ribbon instead of stitches,
With recovery far from who I call home.
I place you on my shoulder blades as they transform into wings
And manifest a warm body to hold in the dead of a rainy night.
Yellow lights and purple clouds fill my view,
As they drown out the stars,
Except for you.
I reside in your memory,
As I live and breathe for more moments of intoxication.
I don't need cheap wine for a quick fix,
While lovemaking and poetry abide by our constitution.
I can no longer whisper what I call you in secret.
Now, I write your name under Venus's glow,
Connect constellations with our bodies,
As God blesses me with another day of my knight, instead of sun.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
