Bright Things Poem by Minka Vanijs

My words are feathers
tickling you discreetly,
trapped in the ripples of the sheets-still warm, infused with our scent.

Each velvet wing a gentle caress-
Each quill, a warning bite.
It's all a matter of perspective, you say-
Change your thoughts and you can change your world.

Your words lick like flames at my heart; my own personal inferno.
I cannot speak, suspended on the tip of your sword resting moments from my breast.

You plunge into me.
I bleed poems of love and destruction,
dripping each secret promise we made
onto the cruel earth at your feet one dropp at a time.

Your eyes are stone.
Your breath, frozen on your lips.
Your arms, heavy with pewter sword.
Your heart, a prisoner clanging against the steel bars of your fear;
telling you lies,
weaving exquisite nightmares.

I look into your eyes, pleading.
Lush summer vines and August roses spring from the blood at my feet.
Ocean waves sound in our ears.
My skin smells of sunlight and nostalgia,
calling to our genesis.

I do not have the key for your release.
It was in your hand all along.