First greet is at seams
that thread life to life.
She blossoms fresh blue,
nervous laughter sifts through
her eyes. Not me.
I am fog thick of red rage,
a fire smoldered by hard smoke hiatus,
stoned like rolling tonic waves.
She dips her fingers down my throat,
caressed by silence – she knows me at once.
I pour myself onto her.
I tell her how I know the moon,
how I sleep with it’s chill and
am never alone.
She tells me it’s habit, like her
laugh, that I’m addicted, I’m turning
to ashes. I say, “I don’t know if you’re a ghost of
me or I’m a ghost of you.”
She swings bright over Summer where
I plant my roots, under bed sheets
and claim the Earth as our own.
She was a kingdom,
I was in ruin.
I let loose my whiskey hot breath
on her air,
she strips bare of deliberation,
dripping thirst from her soft light
and we creak together in the shadows
And in the mix of time and transcendence,
frost grows over my eyelids.
I am blind.
then my insides.
She hammers at me for weeks,
heaving in heavy tumor.
She begs back for the comfort of the
roots we birthed together.
Life drops wet down my cheeks,
she drapes over me
Or is it me over her?
The seasons have stopped.
I can’t find her blue through the fog.
after having wandered into the frozen forest.
He was found in spring,
an empty bottle of slivovitz
in his skeleton hand…
defiantly sticking up through the thawing snow.
OH! so sad.
I like this. I’ll have to let you read my poem “Whiskey Stained Smile” because it made me think of mine.
I can relate…
I think this is one of my favorites of your poems. So happy that you share them with us all; thank you.
Super words,,,,,,,,, Whiskey breath is a breath of sad
This is literally brimming with beauty.
TY My friend!
I simply love the way you write.
TY!! And thank you for telling me so ❤ ~ XOXO MM
So beautiful. Your writing is indescribably amazing.
Thank you for your follow. I am new to blogging.
Amazing poem. You have heart and courage to write the way you write. I am impressed.
Thank you so much for your comment. Blogging is great. I love the social aspect of it. I hope to hear more from you!
This really brings back memories of my dark whiskey days. Your writing is very beautiful. I can tell it naturally flows from deep within your soul.
Also, thanks for following me ❤️
You can recite your poetry back to me anytime…