dreamboy: a poetry collection

roses

i am pink like the white roses in this lighting.

my words are not worthless

so do not waste them. do not forget them.

because one day when you whisper them into my lips

like the air i breathe so only avoiding toxins with caution,

i will shudder underneath your touch and melt into something beautiful.

when the illness makes me wilt on your windowsill -

a flower well picked - i'll still smell nice when you wake up.

i want to inhale you until the honey of your soul

is in the milk of mine

i just want my battered soul to know your faults and flaws

like the feel of the mattress i've had since i was small.

i want to fall into them, hide away until i find

you. surely you see.

surely you see that we could beautiful, you in that fur coat,

me in this flower crown. only wearing each other's necklaces

underneath.