Gunpowder Blues

Aquarius

dedicated to novelistASH

-

tears pooling in the lakeside
of his collarbones; water rises
and falls in synchronicity
to the rhythm of my poetry

how the harp strings are tugged
and sexism denies

him of all understanding.
i do be so inclined
to remind you that crying

is a rose without thorns
a catharsis for the soul

and nothing tastes as fresh
as the tears you shed

like acrid peaches in february
or the planetary alignments
in january-

your birth months:

for when i am glad
you were born.

- ©️ Mars Saturnia