BLOOM

embers

my love for you proliferates like the dying embers
of  m a r c h spring. it lingers hesitantly as if i'm teetering over a mountain top stuck in an inferno impregnating what was and what could have been

your sandpaper lips erode the flesh of my collarbone until i ripen into a lagoon of j a n u a r y cinders. its the only way i can imbed myself like the gravel under your fingernails            
        (after you wash your hands like it was nothing)

theres a dwindling fire in my eyes. theres a tsunami of molten magma in yours.

(i cant quite read in-between the lines of your love sonnet irises)

  (can you help me?)

you are the wolfish winter gunpowder and i am the coolness of fresh f e b r u a r y revival. (oh! when you glance at me i implode)

before i clamber into the abyss my stinging jellyfish lover, would you do me a favour? (would you please smile for me one last time before j u n e arrives?)

you smiled (oh you smiled alright),

                              but your eyes never met mine.

MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS THE REASON WHY I VOWED TO NEVER LOVE AGAIN.