Poetry (1) Poem by erie morganmaples

Have you fallen from the sky of chalk
Feather whispering against the clouds
Waiting for them to crumble, singing
Softly with nobody to listen in rooms that
Play tapes of blackened pages burning
Brighter with the melody of another breath
Torn from tragic lungs, peach and plum
With kisses raw on flaking flesh that holds
Each retching sob and choking smile back
From honesty blossoming to hushed hopes.

We will fall in each rippling vibration, begging
The emotions to teleport us to another
Universe with you beside me, no longer
Cold in the waters without my kisses to keep
You from melting into your cocoon.