Simple Gestures Poem by alex haywood

My heart masquerading as a stone
draped with a grey cheesecloth
unserviceable hands,
marble heavy
clumsy around skin
My eyes decorated with
the sadness of pin-cushions
I weep

Having mutilated myself
I contemplate the color black

Then, there in a hunchback of a night
the potency that lies
in simple gestures surfaces
A practically unfathomable act
of tactile memory jolts me

The wind loses it's sneer
I remember in my sleep
a bagful of promises
left on my doorstep
when the sun was further East
by a teasing fate

And color starts bleeding into the day
the secrets of the senses
starting to reveal themselves
the clothes of my mind no longer black
I put out my Sunday best
In bright yellow
and all colors of the rainbow
settle down to wait
(with some apprehension)
thoughts of another day.