Sitting lonesome in crude anxiety,
once again I lust after our deluded romance.
Pins scatter onto the floor like
rainforest birds cascading onto the streets,
creating seas of inked tattoos and broken colours.
From this comes a river shivering down my gaunt cheeks
and autumn lightning parading through the cracks of
a flawed innocence.
This I write for you and you only,
not for any thriving anxiety, nor heartfelt crudeness, delusional lust,
romantic stationery, not even for earth lungs, feminine
elements or upturned rainbows.
In the end, my darling,
my river star,
this will all be meaningless.
To you, at least,
but to me,
oh yes, to me,
every memory of us will be synchronized into my heart
and every smile, penetrating the pores of his
existence.
YOU ARE READING
Susurrus Orisons - A Compendium of Reticence
PoetryCompendium - Collection of writings; anthology. Unfathomable - Hard to understand; mystifying. To whom it may concern, as the architect of my seventh series of poems, I would like to thank you for having taken some time to give my work a chance to b...
