Here I have three blankets
all green all growth all mold
and stained with ashes
the first – soft, a mockery
of velvet it is ***
and sensuality deep, merciless
my favorite
lies
close to my bare skin
a slithering comfort – all
lips and fingertips
next, wide and broad
pastel – to ward off demons
I know, I conjure them in my sleep
Patchwork and pure
Forgiving the stains memories
large enough to hide
the light monsters cannot
see the blind
and last for
measure and pressure
a plasticine green, heavy
a morning in April – morose
it rests
like a mother, a lover
neither I know
neither have
been quite so serene or forgiving
as this silence
here, I have
created a safe
embrace the weight
pressing soft kisses
on my aching body
wanting to be held
cooed, soothed
my mossy womb
I could die
like this safe
and warm
lied
to only by
myself
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Here I have three blankets
all green all growth all mold
and stained with ashes
the first – soft, a mockery
of velvet it is ***
and sensuality deep, merciless
my favorite
lies
close to my bare skin
a slithering comfort – all
lips and fingertips
next, wide and broad
pastel – to ward off demons
I know, I conjure them in my sleep
Patchwork and pure
Forgiving the stains memories
large enough to hide
the light monsters cannot
see the blind
and last for
measure and pressure
a plasticine green, heavy
a morning in April – morose
it rests
like a mother, a lover
neither I know
neither have
been quite so serene or forgiving
as this silence
here, I have
created a safe
embrace the weight
pressing soft kisses
on my aching body
wanting to be held
cooed, soothed
my mossy womb
I could die
like this safe
and warm
lied
to only by
myself
