And I swear as the pages burned
Into cinders,
Ashes,
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head
Lifelessly
With swollen veins
That adorned your corneas
As hydroxyphenyl acid trihydrate
Strangled your throat,
Foamed from your
Lips.
Those were the lips that I had kissed
(Had loved,
Still loved,
Bruised and broken).
It felt better
To have your hands exploring my body
Than to be awake
And real.
Tousled amidst the bed sheets,
Your laughter filled my mouth
That was stitched into yours,
Elegantly conjoined at the tongue.
Reality felt better
Than edging through
The hem of nightmares.
And I sat with my head in my lap,
Admiring you
Through the tangles of hair
That corroded my vision.
[It was August until
The nighttime
Meant anything at all.]
Immersed in this perfection,
I collided
And fell into you.
It was to live
And to die.
The soft of your voice weighed me down
Beautifully
Into ruts and canyons
So that I would love you
Eternally.
Author notes
This is a poem of stages.
(Before I had you, when I began to have you, and how I have you now.)
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Comments
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an interesting take on the prompt. Shows that you really thought this one out, and in style too. Well done.
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Wow
Wow this is really amazing! You use some really beautiful imagery
I especially loved the lines
"Your laughter filled my mouth
That was stitched into yours,
Elegantly conjoined at the tongue."
I thought they were just fantastic.
Thanks for entering my contest!
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You have some really unique imagery in here, yep works for me, good luck in the contest. sj
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