The air was so heavy with you...........I could choke on it
Instead I take a deep breath
Until you and me were the same deep exhale
and all the stars in the sky,
...
If i were your rose,
id be crimson red
thick and rich like cuagulating blood red,
...
i am a deep cut,
bleeding into the pages,
they clot,
they grow wings and i soar,
...
all these words,
dropped heavy
like rainfall
against the softly pliant skin of roses,
...
I imagine white picket fences,
flower gardens full of wild faces
walking barefoot on the green green grass,
to touch your lips with mine
...
When i fell into my darknesses,
you were there to catch me,
n send me home,
where the sun shines upon me,
...
i sleep in your bed,
where other women have undoubtedly,
twisted beneath your hips,
...
my poetry is dying,
my muses are crucifix ed,
blood dripping on the blank pages,
n disarranged splotches,
...
winding serpentine like
down the Highway
4 am,
watching the trepidatious peak
...
the past keeps bleeding itself,
blurring all the edges,
paint myself into new days,
where dawn n dusk dance
...