J. James Martinez

The Blackest Of Deaths In A Pink Box

Paper clips
Piece together
The fragile
Paper masks
Tear easily

Long car rides
Long conversations
Unraveling revelations
Of memories smeared
Across dissolving retinas

Parked in front of a theater
In a conversation
I can't remember

His fingers run through your hair
Whispers in your ear
And makes you laugh
Only when his hands
His fingers
Slide over your thighs

If my words
Were worth believing
Would you listen?
If my words for you
Were written in gold
I could buy you the world

You and I
We would live a screenplay
And dance the death away

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList
2,3 out of 5
2 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The Blackest Of Deaths In A Pink Box by J. James Martinez

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?