honey
it dripped down your chest
over your stomach
onto my waiting hands
it poured from your mouth
over your lips
onto mine
a nectar for gods
you unified my thoughts
into poetry
with your bare hands
you were yellow
yellow like the sun
like fields of tulips
like the petals
of carnations
your skin sprinkled
with freckles
of cotton
white like clouds
during spring afternoons
i lay underneath
the waterfalls of honey
that dripped down your being
like a sacrifice
like a field of roses
waiting
to be plucked
I longed for you
for the spring days
you hid in your hair
and the light rain
in the pit of your stomach
my entire self
hidden in your fingertips
and I lost myself
when your honey covered
lips
whispered
my name
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
I don't belong to myself.
These atoms that frame
Everything that I am
Aren't even mine.
These cells don't especial
My small being.
Because they belong
To the extinguished stars.
They belong to the suns
Around which orbited
Planets of all shapes
Of all matter,
Around which orbited
Their moons.
I don't belong to myself
I belong to the
Extinguished
Heavenly bodies
Whose light probably
Still travels, wandering,
Lost without a source,
Just like human souls.
Every scintilla in my being
Belongs to the dark abyss
Of outer space, to the stars
That once shined, to the stars
That someday will,
To the creatures we'll never
Even know existed,
To the creatures that will
Never know we ever did.
I don't belong to myself,
Because the weight
Of my body is and
Forever will be
Too heavy for my soul.
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tjr
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC