anne collins

anne collins Jan 2013

Angelo

I needed you dearly once, the chasm of your chest
Inhaling against Eden, north, south, east, west
I loved you once nearly, the frown of your eyes in June
Narrowing against the heart of the harvest love in the twisted moon

I sense the scent of your body by the seaside
I wrote you a goodbye that you ignored to resume where you reside
I left a flower by the bed we used to occupy in affection
I wish I wasn’t aware I’ll remain the petal that came undone

And now I write postcards in my mind from my new window pane
And you walk along our streets as thought I never had a name
We crossed off a future but burned the past
The evening was aware the night would never outlast
The burn of the new dawn

anne collins Jan 2013

Paddy

Oh to be young and un-requited
Oh to be young and especially invited
All the room smelled of smoke and longing
All the world maintained it’s indifference to the dawning
Of my newly opened eyes

Pale skin against equal pallor
Cowardice foiled with equivalent valor
Crimson scars on ivory parchment
Lost icebergs, lost Titanics
Of newly vacated oceans

Reckless touches result in wrecked armor
Desperate clutches on a soldier’s shoulders
Ruins of empires strewn among our streets
Seven dead businessmen electrocuted for greed
Of the homes that they built with coins

Pages burned in the flames of indifference
All that is slaughtered for love is heaven sent
A ghost twisting through memories
Haunting the April showers and the November breeze
Of the summer of our lives

anne collins Jan 2013

Tyler

You wished to erase the chalkboard misery
That belongs to those who suffer from the plague of infatuation
I vanished inside the finest of city wineries
I did not die, I’m the moonshine that has evaporated

You walk on the road thus far taken
I watch you leave from coast to lighthouse
Your direction reveals our adoration forsaken
But I’m just lipstick, a vision, and an unbuttoned blouse

Against the ocean salt
Against the sand of time
Against the Victorian waltz
Against all prose or rhyme
I am just a beat your heart once jumped
Across the equator line
You are nothing more than a hero lost
With the emptiness of a lover’s crime

anne collins Jan 2013

Harrison

I locked you away in my mother’s locket
A prison where memories corrode into herbal poisons
Nothing without forgiveness can we forget?
A prison where deadly sins dissolve into sevens

I have forsaken the daylight’s calm
And forged deep within the restlessness of our veins
I have uncovered blank parchment
Invisible ink only visible in the year’s first rain
I will remember the curves of your form
But I shall forgive the curves of your fame

anne collins Jan 2013

Jack

Heartbeats falter in the ever present glow of
The moonlight that touches
The heartbeat in the glitter of the snow
I faded, waiting in the heart of our park
The lake was breathless
Silence in the ever present dark
Frost-covered winter daises

I wrote a poem for you that you wished not to read
I crossed seas for you that your dark irises wished not to see
I wept water you would be happy to drain
If only for the promise of
My autumn was finished with its agony of rain
Your heart was empty enough
Desiring only a confident touch
I know so little of love

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