The way he held me
How his eyes sparked
When met with mine
My god it threw me
Into a hope
Consuming
But hope is tricky
And slippery
And devouring reason
Committing treason
For a season
Then returning
In the yearning
Of the glance
From a new boy
From a new romance
Fuck.
Phases of the moon
Of the heart
A slivering slice of a crescent
The
Oh dear god
HOPE
Of a new start
LOL.
Just kidding
This new moon
And this new thing
Can’t be seen
In the dark of night
In my limited sight
Black-on-black
It’s all just the same shit
Right?
No way, baby!
Call it a maybe!
Call it a feather
In your hat
On your wing
Just fly into the horizon
Of the hope
Of this new thing
Until the arrow
Of the truth
Enters the marrow
Of your VIP booth
This is not cool
This is ruth…
Listen to me
You idiot
You fool
Remember boy one
Who held you
And flew too close to the sun
He burned you to ash
Then said “goodbye forever
I’m done”
Well, fuck me up
That was fun
Then boy two
Who shoved you
Into the abyss
Wait...I’d be remiss
Not to mention
All of that sexual tension
Simmering
Steaming
Boiling
And Gleaming
Like the rays of the moon
Is she full yet?
Nah, it’s too soon
She’s still hiding
In the newness
Of nothing
Of black-on-black
Call me out
I lack a back
Bone to hold up
Any more hope
It’s all rotting now
In bed all day
Jotting down
Memories as if they will save me
Wow.
Okay.
Less saving
Instead
Evaporate me
Into the ether
Into the sun
Into the moon
The end seems far away
So I’ll just bide time
In my cocoon
Dreaming of the day
When she will bloom
Into her fullness
Picturesque
Over the crescent
Of a dune