Words Of You Poem by Gabriel Corvus

Words of heavy, heady temperament
billow and bellow in the recesses of my mind
they won't stop vying for attention
and pout and throw tantrums when ignored.
They rack my brain
they stack my pain higher and higher
until it falls from my ears
and spills from my eyes
and bleeds from my mouth
of lonesome nights encased in whiskey embrace
but it is your skin I long to feel
your touch I long to taste
your body I wish to bed.
To watch you walk away
to feel you step astray
makes lonesome nights darker
takes whiskey glasses farther
until my mind settles on the martyr
but settle it never does, no.
For the ever present presence of the grim reaper
taunts with wasted days
with drug soaked haze
and sweat-covered lays.
So they jump and jumble, these words
and contain themselves through my pen
and quiet their cries
until a hunger stirs again
until the flames burn from now to then
because the wildfire need only a spark
a word need only leave one mark
on the soul of one who cannot hark
to the quick quips of loving longing
and dance to the light of fireflies
for they will strobe like Job
in God's embrace.
A forever tether, bound in leather
and whipped and stripped and dipped
in the hot candle wax of surreptitiousness.
Forsaken and mistaken as a love not taken
a road not driven down
a dividend not held to drown
for the jazz music plays and sways
the dharma of unforgotten days.
Here
In a sunlit sunset setting on thoughts of you
of you
of you
of you
of you
no more.