Creative Commons License Fruit of the Muses

In the shadow
Of your absence
My knees buckle
To solidarity.
I am hardly standing.
I hardly am.

The light in your eyes

Has all but shone—

Breaking flecks of gold

And stormy hues—

Placing it all into flowers

That harbor and hoard

Your radiance deep

Beneath the soil—

Into their roots

To tangle, to entwine

Around your bones

When you are gone.

How sweet it is—
the taste of the sound
rolling off my tongue
in the rhythm of your name.

Eyes closed—
I am sleeping
Or at least 
I am laying down,
Light keeps itself hidden
In the corner
Brushing the shoulders
Of the shadows around me
Only slightly.
A light so fleeting
It forces doubt…

But they are here,
Looming over my bedside
Bated breath
Starving eyes
Having swallowed 
The darkness for far too long.

Eyes closed—
I am sleeping,
But my mind 
Is awake 
And dreaming.

Wrapped up in the the
solitude of an idle mind
I sink into thought,
into the night, the pain
of an unkempt heart.
I disappear into the darkness,
his body swallowing mine.
He traces the ribbons
left behind by fear’s razor grip.
Overwhelmed, engulfed in him,
I cry for help—
he is all who is there,
the darkness
who has shadowed me
for years,
now kissing anti-depressants
into my mouth.

In the closeness of
an embrace—
your pulse beats
through my own;
A rhythm keeping
the tempo of my breath
rolling off my tongue,
a calling out..
your name whispered
in the dark.

hot kisses
of a star drowning
in her red,
abysmal hypnosis
melt into skin
through clouds
engulfed with tears,
a sky split between
a contrast
of sun brightened eyes
and a hand not met
against the window.

The rhythm stops
In a heart hardened to stone,
Cold as a tomb—
And forced to reconcile
With a mind posessed
By midnight’s demons of solitude.

You pulled me in 
The day you came back home—
A plague in your heart
And thorns in your bones.
I took you in my arms that night,
Pressed my lips to the scars,
The bullet wounds
That should have taken you from me.

I find those memories now,
Turning the diamond around my finger,
Knowing you are kissing her,
Knowing your name
Slithers off her serpent tongue.
I can only hope the best for you
When she leaves you alone with your demons,
When she burns you to the ground

Beginnings end
To begin again;
The tide turning
Upon a faith rendered useless.
So unkind, the darkness
Carried in the same hands
That ran so slightly
Over skin—barely touching,
Hardly skimming the surface
Beneath a midnight veil of sheets.
The thought eats through me—
Who are you,
But a soul, nothing
But spilled ink staining
The pages of a journal—
Only touched
When the heart swells
And chokes the mind.

Opaque  by  andbamnan