3/13/20
An updraft whistles through my rib cage
Silently rocking my soul back n forth in its cradle,
Locked tightly inside my chest.
Crystal bones and catacombs and corrosion in my marrow,
Fascia tissues torn from my flesh,
Leaving bleeding frame to the sun.
Paint me across your canvas,
Another work of art for your skeleton closet.
She bled fire
Like gasoline roses
Bleeding into the sunset
On a stagnant summer evening.
Calling to me with a forked tongue and sin dripping from her dimpled hips,
Her voice,
carried notes of childhood and tears,
Lingering precariously at the end of her words.
Her lips placed warm kisses over my exposed bones,
"A kiss to make it better,"
And god did I flourish under my tender gardener's touch.
She reminded me that I wasn't a weed,
And we exchanged kisses until my skeletal frame,
Became surrounded by her love.
Her lips were fireworks exploding beneath pools of deep amber honey,
Each kiss leaving a hunger stronger than the last,
And..,
I had her,
I wanted her,
But I didn't pursue her.
And so she left.
So now I'm a soul without a home,
And a rattling in my bones,
I'll sit down next to my skeleton tree,
Waiting for roots and vines to grow over me.
Lavender kisses pressed against my eyelids,
Coaxing me into a sleep not unlike
Death.
And they say if you wander the woods,
Until time stops,
And the grass whispers tiny songs to the sky,
You can hear the sound of a lost soul's,
Rattling bones.
YOU ARE READING
Between the Lines
Poetry(Part two of a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
