Old Love

[skyesidhe]

a collection of old short poems..little breaths of me. nameless and delicate.

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Give me your death.
Your sorrow.
Let the hollow in my heart
be your doorway.
Let me hold your heartbeat
in the black behind my eyes.
Give me your death.
Your loneliness.
Let the clicking in my chest
be your clockwork.
Let me whisper your wingbeat
in the blood between my veins.
Give me your death.
Your last breath.
Your fading grace.
And I will give my
blood.
and dreams.
and every heartbeat tomorrow.

***
***
Took apart my heart tonight.
Laid it flat on the bathroom floor.
all it's guts spilled out.
Laid it bare and bleeding.
beside the old towels waiting
for the wash.
Beside the cat food and candles.

It didn't say a word.

But I could hear its tiny,
trembling wingbeats
echoing in my chest.
And its raucous song
beating against my brain.

Laid open on the linolium
it looked so small.
Cool
and wet.
Splayed out against yesterday's paper
advertising dishsoap
and dinosaurs.

And as the bits of blood glistened
on my cuticles,
I thought.
"How will I ever get it in again?"

***
***
You saw me here.
laid bare.
blood on my hands
and my eyes crusted with the sea.
And your tiny, fragile beauty
didn't flinch.
Barefoot.
Broken.
Up to my elbows in death.
You saw me.
And your quiet song still whispered
in my ear.
Mouth against my neck.
Breathing my sea-salt smell.

***
***
Fly me like a kite
with this string
tied around the tightness in my chest.
Kiss my bloody mouth
and let me soar.
And bring me safe to ground again,
when my wingbeats
threaten
to scorch against the sun.