...you promised me poems.

[cyanidelikelove]

it just keeps getting worse.

everywhere I turn, I still see your face.

we were a right pair of believers, a couple of dreamers.

dreamed of ringing voices,

and contemplated choices.

taste like a fresh kiss

blood smeared down my thigh
like a watercolor sunset
of my cells

and you were more tender
then I could ever recall

like a child smashing ants.

I left.
turning out the light and
stumbling through the biting
night as

you slumbered.

eyelashes shuddering
against your placid
glacial
dreams.

I'm hypothermic now.