Too perfect there to be human
yet dancing candle-wick eyes give you away
endless brown spirals they were
gates, portals, doors, tunnels
to an abyss of a soul
I longed to be consumed
by your every exhalation
hear the soft drums in your chest
a rhythm of peace
like strums on your vocal chords
A tangible reality
cradled in my arms
(all too real, he whispers...)
Gentle and searching
like the wind, a kiss.
a suicide it was, clouded,
willing to let my world collapse
right then and there
a dead baby wrapped safe in poet limbs
A sudden contorsion in your face
eyes blown out and there was dark
I felt like a salty tear
slipping in your open wounds