Prose
I can't write
I won't allow myself to write today. It hurts my heart to think, to say. I yearn for you in every way. But I won't allow myself to write today. The kindness in your eyes did play, with strings upon my loving ways. Your voice it soothed an ache that burned, your hands they did not play. Your words they ate a hole within, where once the space was filled. Your honesty was kind, but yet, I'm bursting from guilted eyes. No more a touch that once adorned, no more a guilded smile, upon a face that floods with tears. Forlorn a fate, a bagged eye does wait, so flee into the night. To show a wit, to fade, to quit, and now forget a ransom on skin under draped linen. A silk too smooth, it slips right off, no filter in-between. To see too much, a ravenous touch. To grab then grope, a frivolous joke.
By Tanya Leij6 months ago in Poets
The Saint Below
The Saint BelowAbusing my joke—pulling darker than humor, again, in loops. A habit. Chosen. Not slipping—cutting. Let’s have a great boost— or crack the ceiling and call it sky. Not trading shoes. Not Suzy. Not Sandra. Nobody walks this floor but me. Even I hesitate. We crash corners, spit, glow lo— still up. Free verse. Key forms. Doors—forced. Hope— where walls forgot windows. Cosmos— wrong hole again. Fall > arrival. Rabbit? Home? Doc? Miss the question. Lust— still here. Same hunger. New address. Nine loaded— ozone sealed. No exit upward. Contained. Contained again. Elder. Raised early. Wisdom—heavy. Spent young. I’m creepy. Known before said. Maze—mine. Walls—answer back. You don’t get me. Keep it that way. Funny— until it fractures. Trigger. Traps. Cards. Joke dies fast. Joker— must laugh. Reflex. Hands— remember. Skin stores memory. Blue sweat. Swear— swallow it. Deformity— kept. Payback / paycheck. Same act— split value. Ace. Held. No steps. Only print. Marks— left deeper than intent. Doors— slam inward. Don’t look. Not in your flesh. Not yours to map. Cracks— no airbag. Mid-fall. Protection—dropped. Hashtag— dash > sentence. Symbol > speech. Pen signs. Piece given. Slam. Drift. Slither. Never clean. Same place— wrong light. Shades— collapse to chance. Out / in— no border. Black blood— circulates. A son— misses me. Born quiet. Still reaching. No skips. Everything counted. Depth— needs distance. Too close—collapse. I give back— bad. Return stains. Badges— worn. Displayed. Moon— spells slime. Records don’t lie. Sun— spelled back. Lineage marked. Angel— scarred. Flight— cut but present. Good / devil— watched. No side taken. Upward— no waiting. No ceremony below. Prayer— empty gesture. Hands still fold. We parted. Clean break. One of me— hunts. Tracks internal. Justice— kills itself. Silver handshake. Agreement dressed sharp. Face— silly. Mask slips. Language— compressed. Heat— makes form. Sinter. Infinite— in precision. Held tight. Desirable density. Call of destiny. Weight—wanted. Bottom—reversed. Summit. Desirable density. Call. Summit. Ritual. Again. Whole— consuming. No peace. Only intake. Consistency— hollowed. Shell stands. Inside moves. Sergeant— destroys first. Order through break. Cure— quiet. Barely heard. Dawn knight. Between— exact. Not balance— tension held. Presence— pressure. Felt before seen. Room shifts. Destruction— incoming. Sensed early. Light— enters bone. No surface. Muscle learns. Echo— Universe returns. Saint of Hades. Both held. No apology. Nemesis. Response. Not origin. Sisyphus. Stone— necklace. Weight— worn. Choice— claimed. Change it. Replace it. Same stone. New meaning. Loop— not imposed. Held. Owned. Chosen. Again. Again. Again. Until it fits. Until it shines. Until it answers back. The loop— mine. Choice.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 months ago in Poets
