Almond Beauty Poem by cody passey

She holds up her hand
Block the window, last lashes of daybreak shake her slumber.
Somehow she wakes
Beyond that from sleeping when I never woke.
I wish I owned such torment
That quick splash to wake burns but a moment then anger, confusion.
But from that icy cup
Butterflies bred in chrysalis fly from sticky stagnant situations.
An orphan she may be
But more of a mother to me is she,
She
My Almond Beauty.
Black cases filled with rings
Bright bouquets cannot give enough, my Almond Beauty.
Never enough
Never the sweet garnish to ice the road to my arms.
Though now we rise
Greet the day, leave our heaven till tonight
I never truly left
The bed where we first slept.
Bury me in that bedroom darling.
This I swear:
I will lay beside my Almond Beauty.