i. first day of summer and i throw my body into the water.
watch it sink. i left my heart quivering at the bottom of the pool
for you to find. when you came back, you held me bloodied
between your jaws. a cat with its mouse.
ii. let me step into your skin. i know all the landmarks.
your body is my hometown and i find again i am wandering
the streets with my eyes closed. here, the breeze is
a woman with rivers for hands. she is always tender with me.
the chewing gum is ninety-nine cents, like it was
when our parents grew up. you blow bubbles
the color of the sky.
iii. i am asking you one more time to wade through me like a river.
telling you careful, the water’s cold. handing you my organs
in order of importance. my heart a stepping stone,
my lungs the driftwood keeping you afloat. my skin the shore.
oh, my little castaway, lost at my sea, make an island with your love,
the kind that swells beneath the surface, the kind that moves mountains.
hollow out my bones to shelter from the rains. make a home out of me.
iv. now is your chance to be the tempest. here i am,
sitting in the middle of you. a lighthouse. the keeper. a one-man band
watching the hurricane unfurl. i would not mind if the waves came higher.
i would not mind if the ocean reached for me with hands like beasts.
for i do believe you will always be my angel, my devil cloaked in white,
carrying me in between your teeth, holding me by my neck,
dragging me to the shore. leaving me in the sand. for i will still believe
you are the moon even after you abandon my bones. i will watch you
turn in the sky as i lie on the beach
and wait for this world to fade.
i will thank you
for making the end beautiful.
v. and you return home to me,
the blood pooling under your doorway.
the wounded animal. knife in my chest.
collect me, my seashell bones. the white knives
in the black sea of night, in the black sea of the sea.
i am a carcass of a lover in your arms. just do one last thing.
scatter me and tell the stars to remember i was here.
tell the world to turn for me.
tell the universe it is my grave.
the night sky always listened
to you. you always knew
what to say.
hi!! i kinda combined like 3 different poems i wrote recently to create this, so i hope i didnt post any of them on here yet but? yeah :)) i'm trying to synthesize more of my works into longer pieces now to make a decent portfolio for College and all that big scary stuff <3 gotta love it. anyway here is the beginning of those efforts