she tasted like INDEPENDENCE day in my memory.
when she hugged me tightly, FIREWORKS shot out from my chest.
invisibility trembling under pressures.
blessed messed woman of red blushed cheeks.
BLUE eyes of autumn brown, yes the color of energy.
pale blank stares of ivory laced CLOUDS.
when she strolled into town, sunshine blocked out the soft glow of her halo.
she forced her spirit into my memory, reading my tainted LIES,
it was her favorite hardbound library book, she kept it, called it a nonreturnable.
a pathetic heart unable to face truth with holes upon the shoes of dirty feet.
her storms tasted like a recipe that you couldn't name,
so you just called it DINNER without any other words to fill the dry mouths.
in her FLAVORS lived, danger, destruction, pain, heartbreak, never letting go.
too full to put in another bite,
I close my eyes and belch,
pick up the cup of LOVE and take a small sip,
drinking in the nightmares, waiting to dream unafraid inside her SUNRISE.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
