I felt this anger rise up in me
that isn't normal.
Like to keep it in
until I'm sleeping
Let it work itself
out on my teeth.
But not this time.
Not when it's you.
I pictured big dirty
Jesus.
When he called them vipers.
They are poison.
Jesus would ask
them who made them such bitches too.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
It's a heart you are stepping
all over you bitch!
I'll hold you til
there are mostly embers
left.
Still warm.
You have always been warm to me.
Sunshine in your hair
and oceans in your eyes.
Come away with me.
They are dead.
Zombies with too much
foundation
and money dripping out
of satin pockets
no part of them is soft.
But you.
You are soft, love.
You are fair.
There is no spot in you.
You are good.
My friend.
And we will hold on
until we are embers.
3 comments:
when you write, i always want to know the before and after. the preceding thoughts and the little after trails. i'm always left with who? what? curious to know you, & why such beautiful words come out of you.
I love that your love is fierce.
You light cigarettes like Cary Grant - romantic like.
Embedded in your eyes are memories of embers, and seared into your tears is liquid fire.
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