Crashintome
Calico
Swiftly, as blizzards winds go in the blue months
she was a sensation that would keep me awake and shake
the coils of a mattress. She was warm when I needed warm,
a yellow jacket perusing plants in sunlight, and the
forehead for which my chapped lips could read her mind.
And when the phone rang to deafening silence
I felt the goosebumps roll a path up her arms
to speak words of sadness I could not understand...
couldn't comprehend...of anguish, I couldn't deserve
to feel...You never existed, never had a feeling, a face,
a place...a name, just a quiver that lasted as such
But you made me, find me, again, thinking of you
while rocking you to sleep.
And I will not sleep, as to shake the feeling out my already
rattled bones that hold your marrow.
She looks to me now as though my tide has receded,
leaving a desecrated shore of red seaweed, that bakes in the
red months sun that would have shined on us brightly, as family.
Now I long for the cold, long to go back to where
her brainwaves danced for me to calico rhythms on the pillows that
might as well have been a Gazebo full of Azaleas in May.
For the yellow jackets to peruse and sting me
For I will never sleep.
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