If the rain were to smother my lungs
And the tide would rip meIf one day I were to float in the storm
I'd apologize for not being able to drownWe used to be beautiful you know
You lay in fields of elderflower and pomegranate and everything tempting and exquisiteMy apologies
We used to be ..
You drank deeply from the wine of dried petals
And fell taking the light along with youAnd I find your last words tucked between the spaces between the words you thought forever
I find a meaning far greater than you could ever say hidden in the crook of my neck and the cracks of my bones
I apologize to the sea for not touching her waves nor never kissing the salt on her rigid lips
She is gentle for me
And you
HiddenThe sun has fallen with you and the best parts of me are woven with the light
Every imprint of your palm is bruised with the broken shards of sand that have somehow cut me far deeper than the words you never said
And there is something you have stolen from me and I cannot fathom what the space between my words are
All the words I have meant to say have squeezed their way past my tight shut lips and all the thread that stitches the sun you stole are unraveling
It seems that when you fell, intoxicated, elegant, drowned,
you grasped my thread and bit the shards of sunlight that ebbs out of my skin
I apologize
For the bare thread the grips my navel and does not allow me to go under
I could not drown if I wanted to
The webs in my cracks have fused me into human, scarred and imperfect
When the water laps and the bristles of my feet and the wave grips me pleading
I apologize
You left me in a field of intoxication and color like peach infused honey
And when you stole the sun and took me down you did not think to unhook your matted hand from the sunlight you were taking or the light that is woven between bruises and joints
And falling
Falling
My apologies
I could not catch you
And when you drowned and the waves greedily drank your words and unheard thoughts..
.. I didn't offer you my voice for you to say them
And when the last wave looked at me..pleading.. mercy..
I looked at your last breath of intoxication, elderberry and honey and left
My apologies
To the sea, to the sunlight unraveling my skin..
To the lost words tucked between your crevices
And to the empty spaces in me
And of my stolen parts
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.