When your tears fell on that fire
Sizzling their last cry
It was a bitter sunrise
That I swallowed to gain some sort of balance
Too full now
Unable to tilt one way or the other
In the in between
I follow
Haunted by the taste of your smile's memory
My fingertips curve softly around pieces of paper
With your eyes gazing back
I would rather I could visit a grave
Then carry you around encased in stone
Those wishes of yours...leave me cold
Marble holds my warmth but not like flowers would
At least then I could feel you in their blossoms

August heat rolls in unchecked
I dab softly at my neck with a hint of Autumn whispers
Already yearning for cardamom and patchouli
Winds to blow Chai kisses my way

Many moons have passed
Since saying good-bye was all there was left between
Your fading heartbeat and my own
I dug a hole, filled it with months of sorrow
Almost drowning in the constant torrent
Winds of change blew through, turning face to sunlight
I miss you.
I will always love you.
But I must pull myself together.
You once whispered softly to me through a veil of tears
"Don't let this ruin you. Move forward and find happiness."
I am taking your advice
Creation has always been my greatest passion
I hope you will continue to inspire me Jeremiah
I am ready.

Bleeding through like milk ink art
Your eyes splash the morning with color
Cobalt, sea foam and jade
I want to paint you
Paint you with my adoration
All silky acrylics and soft oils
Sweeping across the canvas of your smile
With the brush of my tongue
My fingertips
I would add to your already glowing masterpiece

Poetry,
Get's me so high every day...







©Brandon nagley- ( Lonesome poet's poetry) trademark

It's in these moments
seldom and few
as they've become
where I feel an infallible loss
ricocheting against my ribcage
when I need you
to quiet the world around me
until I can find serenity
entangled in the lock of your lips
and the warmth of your heartbeat