You are not mine, but burden doesn't rest easy on lone shoulders
From behind a bottle, you seem fine but mingled within orange and your transparency the wolf that sleeps on your ribcage is howling. It is not howling to me or anybody, I know but burden doesn't rest easy on lone shoulders
Intoxicated and salty-mouthed. Blissfully unaware. Painfully unaware.
Red hair enchanting the peachy foam to rise on your stomach, your thighs
Cursed - it must have hooded your eyes
Lipgloss will keep my mouth glued shut.
Fear will weigh me down, will tie me down far away from you.
But when I look at you anyway my shoulders will fall and I hope yours can finally rise again when burden no longer finds a home on your shoulders alone.
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
behind the bamboo
PoetryA little bit of poetry (in English). I'm by far no Sylvia Plath though, so maybe go read Ariel instead
