splendor 》poetry

𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥

It couldn't be.
Soreness in the stomach and quivering in the chest.
Hands tremble like a winter leaf but not as hard as my breath.
My scarf unraveled, gloves gone rogue, my coat I must've left.
Somehow I cared not but anyhow the sun still won't set.

It couldn't be.
Eternal sunset, blood honey dripping over the tops of trees.
Her hand grazes mine, but no one is even near me.
Voice in my ear, honey as the sun and blood as its release.
I'm murdered and revived in a cycle so gleefully incomplete.

It couldn't be.
Craving and aching, slaving and waking, I dream.
Her laughter is the sunshine; thank God I'm privy to its beam,
But she's earth and fire and water and ice and she also is sweet cream.
She's salt and tears and joy and fears, the silence and the screams.

It couldn't be.
A soul so angelic, a cherub lost from the pack.
I wonder if I tried hard enough I could ever get her back,
To the cotton candy clouds she fell from right onto hard tarmac.
She deserves a return to glory, one of sugar and soft lilac.

It couldn't be.
Says she's from New York but that must be code for heaven.
Her first name is not four letters, not five, not six, but seven.
Her presence so electric, its wattage so loud it deafens—
A glorious convergence of sweet and savory, I reckon.

It couldn't be.
Shrouded by my fears, my weariness and disbelief.
Trust was unattainable but for her I may retrieve.
So sugary she hurt my teeth, so fierce my skin bleeds,
But I wouldn't have her any other way; Lord, my heart did she defeat.