Eliana

Eliana Jan 2014

Sometimes I find it amusing
that all our ***** laundry
is aired out on two webpages
for all to see, if only they
could connect the dots.

But then, this is far
from an ordinary clothesline.

For R.A., again, because as long as we're writing poems about poems and it's 4 A.M., I might as well amuse myself.

Eliana Jan 2014

Lightning

I will never stop
looking over my shoulder
for you.

I will never stop
wondering whether I look
in desperate hope
or fear.

I will never stop
hungering for your electricity
or loving you
just as

I will never stop
being afraid
of lightning.

For B.S.

When lightning strikes
it leaves scars
in its own image.

Eliana Jan 2014

Necromancer

Night after night, in the small hours
   I am still awake
I remember and I write, 'til my dark power
   rises, intoxicating

I seek you out, for once it's not in vain
   and you are here
Beyond a doubt, I know I am insane
   so I reach for you

My lips part, my tongue becomes a dancer
   in harmony with yours
Behold my art - I am a necromancer
   and you are here

For whatever reason, there are two versions of this poem. This one is the one possessed of somewhat more structure. The other can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/necromancer/

Eliana Jan 2014

Necromancer

It's unhealthy, I think.
Night after night
in the small hours
I am still awake
Thinking, hurting, writing
I intoxicate myself on you
your presence
I can only feel it
when I am not completely sane
when the crack in my mind widens
letting you in
embracing you
a mouth, lips parted
to meet yours
tongues dancing
I am kissing a phantom
in love with a memory
addicted to madness
to you
enough that I will raise ghosts
delude myself
I am the necromancer
in love with her own conjuration
when the night is done
I will have had my fix
and be on my not-so-merry way.
I think unhealthy
doesn't even begin to cover it.

For whatever reason, there are two versions of this poem. This one is the somewhat more free-verse one. The other can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/necromancer-1/

Eliana Jan 2014

Breathless

I say I need you
like I need air
but then I remember
you had a habit
of proving that oxygen
is overrated.

For A.F.

Eliana Jan 2014

Payment Due

I have found it,
the price I was seeking
that elusive side-effect
to my false joy.

I always knew
of its existence.
The ability to detach
behavior from emotion
could not be one cheaply bought.

But I was mistaken
in my long and fruitless search
through the channels of sentiment
to find a blockage in the pipe
pressure building.

The cost of my functionality
is not an explosion
but a memory
of the time when joy was real
no schism through my psyche
to trap it in the beyond.

A memory
forever lost
to a death
and my folly.

Eliana Jan 2014

Murals

If I have silent walls
Beautifully and meticulously painted
With my words
Then my family
Is a city coated
In pretty, lying murals
Uninhabited
Only under close scrutiny
By one who knows it well.

This probably (definitely) needs editing, but I don't care.