Poems to Bloom

Your eyes

Your eyes are the shade of spiced rum,

There is so much flavour and bitterness to your words,

Quite smooth to swallow,

As your speech is slurred.

You wobble towards me,

Your breath deep for all the different meanings your words embody,

Your arm envelopes me into warmth,

As im pressed skin-tight against your body

You showed me the depth of your oceans,

And offered me a drop,

Our relationship was coming like tides,

Hitting hard against the pale rocks.

I indulged in the banquet of love,

Ate every slice you gave,

I never realised I was full of eating,

I savoured each crumb of you I craved.

Our shadows were at a distance,

As the light projected our realities in the enclosed space of the room,

I danced in black and white,

Waiting for your colour to bloom.

Your secrets were shut tight in a suitcase,

Locked with secrets of the past,

The suitcase looked swollen about to burst,

For all the broken memories you had brought back.

Your eyes are no longer spiced,

Your eyes no longer gleam of rum,

For all the intoxication you had locked me in,

Well in the nicest way: fuck you, im done.