Ashes and sawdust
In my mouth,
Like the cotton mouth of
Centuries in the grave?
Betrayal like
Grasping the broken
Pieces of my heart
Off the ground
To only have
My fingertips
Grasping at razor blades
And shards of crimson
Glass…
In tears of acid…
Searing my flesh
From bone,
Disintegrating
Nerves like
Cotton candy
In a hot mouth.
There are too
Many to number
In the shadows
Of humanity's collective
Soul…
But the darkness
Is only made so
In comparison
To the Light.
Like the Darkness
Washed away
By your first child's
First everything…
Smile, step, words…
The feeling of one's
Heart to burst
Of happiness
The whole opposite
Of it's compression
Mentioned earlier.
The clap of thunder
To shake the
Ground beneath you
As you make love
In a gentle rainstorm
On the verdant
Green moss floor
Beneath the
Cathedral of
Nature's full
Summer canopy,
Echoing your
Own release
In rhythmic
Time.
The colors
Of the poet…
Are words
Which invoke
You,
To tears
To visions,
To move
You
Heart & Soul,
To connect
Humanity
Lest we loose
It,
As we tune out
An in,
To a world,
Not shared,
Nor cared for
Or with
One another.
