Attraction...just turn away
I can feel him like a chill in my breath
Missing him is homesickness
Every ache in my bones is his touch...ah, to receive his touch
His eyes are more powerful than a scorpion's sting
Clearing him from my mind is like sunbathing in a blizzard
His voice is bullets on a windshield when I put my guard up
Skin and bones without him...skull and crossbones with him
He's inescapable...the tracker that I chased
He forfeited his rights to my heart with his procedures
Detonation...I want it to blow over but it blows up in my face
I know his face better than my own reflection
He scribbles over my thoughts
Drizzling...shooting the sap of sappiness over me like sprinklers
I struck out after I struck gold
Constant reenactment of my displeasure
His vibrancy echoes within me
Sounding off heartbeats soprano inaudible
I've swallowed my parachute and words...no seatbelt or safety bar
My teeth clatter the Bluetooth blues
His goodbyes feel like goodnights
And he doesn't know if they're farewells or wishing me well
I feel him feel me and back away (from all that we are?)
Maybe to escape, I need to pick up my pace
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Brainstorm by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
PoetryTake a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's...
