It was a sane apology,
for not forgetting you.
Concealing your tears,
you come to land
in my poems.
You are crazy-
trying to teach bloodless affinity
with milkweed butterflies.
I think of not anyone else,
when I am thoughtless.
You creep into my veins like
cobra love.
The scream remains trapped
between sharp teeth.
I eject the mercy of venom.
And I step down as
trooper of Magenta.
You throw me the rope to cross the river.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
It was a sane apology,
for not forgetting you.
Concealing your tears,
you come to land
in my poems.
You are crazy-
trying to teach bloodless affinity
with milkweed butterflies.
I think of not anyone else,
when I am thoughtless.
You creep into my veins like
cobra love.
The scream remains trapped
between sharp teeth.
I eject the mercy of venom.
And I step down as
trooper of Magenta.
You throw me the rope to cross the river.