How I wanted to un-
Tangle the dark, wired thorns
Of your brow -
Byronic, sardonic.
I remember how your lips bled chaos
Like a raw wound,
Your words trickling down my chest until
They painted a canvas of red ivory.
I think I fashioned a inky night
Down your throat
With white stars sewn into
The thick, black creases of velvet.
Sunlight streamed tears from
Your parched eyes,
Cleansed them so well that I tried to look into them for
An explanation, an admission.
But I only saw myself.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
How I wanted to un-
Tangle the dark, wired thorns
Of your brow -
Byronic, sardonic.
I remember how your lips bled chaos
Like a raw wound,
Your words trickling down my chest until
They painted a canvas of red ivory.
I think I fashioned a inky night
Down your throat
With white stars sewn into
The thick, black creases of velvet.
Sunlight streamed tears from
Your parched eyes,
Cleansed them so well that I tried to look into them for
An explanation, an admission.
But I only saw myself.