I loved you like a forgotten dream.
Searing so vividly into
the recesses of my cerebrum.
Like fire.
Setting my heart aflame with
gasoline-slicked words
that felt like a balm on my
dry skin.
I loved you like the air after it rains.
Breathe in, breathe out,
but I could never
get enough of you.
If words could cradle
a broken heart,
as tangibly as callous-roughed hands
and bumpy veins running like ivy
down your arms,
then drape me in letters
and knit poems around my shoulders.
I loved you like light in an empty space.
Because that is what you were.
And even though you left,
I still feel your warmth,
still feel vestiges of heat
tucked away in my dusty corners.
Don’t fade.
Don’t fade.
Be the night sky that my eyes
drink in like glassy pools of stars
for a parched astronomer.
Be a Category 5 hurricane, where I
make a home in your center
using pieces of stolen debris.
I simply loved you, and as much as I’ve tried,
I cannot find an image more beautiful than that.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
I loved you like a forgotten dream.
Searing so vividly into
the recesses of my cerebrum.
Like fire.
Setting my heart aflame with
gasoline-slicked words
that felt like a balm on my
dry skin.
I loved you like the air after it rains.
Breathe in, breathe out,
but I could never
get enough of you.
If words could cradle
a broken heart,
as tangibly as callous-roughed hands
and bumpy veins running like ivy
down your arms,
then drape me in letters
and knit poems around my shoulders.
I loved you like light in an empty space.
Because that is what you were.
And even though you left,
I still feel your warmth,
still feel vestiges of heat
tucked away in my dusty corners.
Don’t fade.
Don’t fade.
Be the night sky that my eyes
drink in like glassy pools of stars
for a parched astronomer.
Be a Category 5 hurricane, where I
make a home in your center
using pieces of stolen debris.
I simply loved you, and as much as I’ve tried,
I cannot find an image more beautiful than that.
for d.w.t.
