One fertile thought but it spawned nothing…
Love as a revelation…
The only difference I feel are the shards beat harder
And cut deeper
Bleeding the same blue blood.
I asked him if he loves me
He responds, “ I’m loving you now.”
Then he clasps my boney knee
The hardest part of me
The part that has made contact with the sharpest of edges
This is about the time one of us rolls over to look at the time.
Oh the time! You’d stay forever if it weren’t for the time
This borrowed time has me feeling raw.
Covering up the wince with the sweetest of sentimentality
Nostalgia waxes poetic
Sometimes I leave things at your apartment…
Trinkets…a single earing…mascara
Things to remind you of my softness
The tenderness breaking through my skin, at the corner of my eyes
I’d die if I saw them remain stationary as shadows slowly shifted like those of a sundial
Buried in the snow of dust motes
Dear God, I’d die if you didn’t find nostalgia in these mundane things
When I’m alone I find myself locked away with reason
I see more and more that there is no law
No Hammurabi’s Code
We didn’t bind our hands together, grip a branch and forcefully etch our needs into stone
Now we wince, turn away from the ruins
I know we could salvage the bricks
But you’d rather blow the dust
Laugh as you cough out the debris
It burns as I inhale
Burns twice as I sign
So you’re loving me now...
You’re loving me now
Why does everything still seem so cavalier to you?
Why does it seem to me that your feelings remain unchanging?
Despite the fact…
Despite the fact that the climates cooled down
You’re standing on frozen shards of glass
Does your blood freeze?
Does your blood turn blue?