MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

54. I'll be right behind you !

I ran him the bath as I heard death chant at the door of his thoughts
I took his hand blackberry mush in mine;
flesh and bone, and full of love between the crest of my palm
Watched that black dog refrain at my touch
As I hanged my voice at the barrel of his ear crooning stillness
Breaking did the ripple of that douse when marred skin sunk down its rosemary waters
Severing oxygen tendon, piercing hydrogen folds;
Hot silver to frayed seams of Adam's ale did that cradle of steam gulp down a want of a harrowed heart
Calling down a haunting yearn to escape me without a voice
Yet I gathered the manuscripts of his tiredness in how much the tense rails of his shoulders crowded the bedroom
How much frowning desolation will fill him up till my dinner rots uneaten on the clay of his plate
How my own insanity for what lays beyond the veil shone its piece of fang in him
He had been thinking of going for some time now
Always giving me the last cigarette he had in his pocket
Holding me longer in see you later's that felt like goodbye's
So I don't undress my eyes to flacks of tears thats soon would turn into wails if they reach the pale of my cheek
I sit him down pour a lifeline of lavender I squeeze from my own lips
Graze with such a velocity his chest with the reasons I loved,love,will love him
Nudging my own screaming and the blatant fear of being unterpreted as a cheat
I kiss him, the breath of his soul igniting mine with gilded fire
I fume, grey, dance around him till I become tin cinders of heartache
The bath and me, fading into the echoes of his flesh
As I flood a river of my own liberty the tinges of crimson ache hankering on my baby's final cot

3/8/2023