we had love.
we had a love
so deep
the glowing, lonely creatures
of the deep black sea
ached to know such depths.
we made such
beautiful love
that the stars
ripped off our roof
just so they could watch.
sure, it was passionate
but what we felt
wasn't fiery lust;
we weren't dying
to consume each other's
hot, red flesh
like carnal beasts
back from the hunt.
what we had was
so much more divine.
i wanted to live inside you
and no, not within
your mortal flesh;
i wanted to crawl
inside
your skeleton
and be consumed
by the shape of you.
i wanted to live
inside
your soul.
what we had
was so divine
so earth-shaking,
star-shattering,
universe-making
that the gods
and goddesses above
cut their own hearts out
and handed them to us
and begged to feel
what we did.
aphrodite urania herself
molded us
from each side
of her heart
and released us
to end and create worlds
knowing that one life
one universe
could not contain us.
love songs
romantic movies
drunken, broken poets
swans singing their final song
romeo and juliet in their graves
ophelia's unwavering eyes
from under the water
desdemona lying awake at night
penelope, gazing out toward the sea
anne boleyn on the axeman's stage
mary and percy upon a gravestone
adam and eve tasting the forbidden fruit
midir and étaín, flying through a skylight
damn them all;
we were love itself.
perhaps
that was our problem;
we were too much.
that when you breathed
your last breathe
the universe sighed
in relief
because finally
the stars could rest
knowing we couldn't
steal any more
constellations.
that when i
pour one out for you
the earth beneath me
is singing
"finally, you have learned
to give instead of taking
you selfish girl."
i am
my mother's daughter
but i'll love you
even if my lungs give out
i'll love you
even if i am dragged away,
bound and gagged, on
red, white
and blue asphalt
i'll love you
even if your hand
wrapped around my neck
(but it never would).
it's a funny twist of fate
that i end up being lemony
and you beatrice.
because we were
everything
and now you are
nothing.
i keep staring up
into the night sky
and i can't find you.
YOU ARE READING
Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
