Strange Poems
Agreed I, to this, a self-contained disaster
of bruising my heart against yours
and make of you a bed of thorns
to lie myself upon, blooded by tender embrace
My buds have all gone to seed
left me open and unguarded
A surprise, this, to taste of fear without
beating a hasty retreat to stoic shelter
What make it easier to be less afraid, today, to
catch my breath but not-
with your hands-a balm on wounds,
that I had not intended to share
What soul is there that speaks
wordless to ears that can’t hear
tears dispossessed of eyelids
of screams devoid of shapes
Unused, am I, to feeling this timid joy,
soft that whispers in steady soothing,
that it fills me with dread
of chasing too quickly, of voicing desire
The dread in my heart is only just begun to swell;
It will always be too soon-to read the future.
But even as I lay a-bed in worrying of tomorrows,
…I can only think of melting under promised pain.
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A want
for things that, i
haven’t wanted
in a long time.
A subjectively long time.
Hunger, adrift with thoughts,
and imaginings,
and for once,
they have a face.
And this scares and thrills
and worries me all the same.
i beg of you to crush me,
or at least enough,
for at least some, of these
tears’ release,
Before the train comes barreling down the tracks.