In the old house you were soft with me;
Your skin sunkissed
eyes gentle as always.
You laid next to me in the bed in the attic,
the ocean beating up against the rock cliff just below the window,
early dawn peeking in through the shudders,
fractals of peach and seafoam glittering the walls.
You put your phone down and listened as my eyes turned
watery and hollow
because I was so misunderstood and
so misguided.
You were soft;
for the first time
flowing with the motions of my body that had begun to feel so foreign to me,
trying to understand,
listening closely and allowing your eyes to turn watery and
hollow too.
Then, as you always do,
Your smooth, sunkissed face moved in closer to mine
while you stared for a moment,
dew drops catching light on the peaks of your face,
and let out some joke about how I'm always crying, a
smile bubbling your cheeks,
mellow, not coy.
As always, I laughed with You;
rolling over the quilted mattress,
peaches dripping sweetness in shreds through the window,
dark cracks in the walls fading green to blend in;
eternal morning shimmer.
This time it didn't end.
You stayed soft with me in the bed of some strange house
on a cliff,
in the middle of the ocean where I almost fell off the edge,
into raging sapphire teal
as the boat left some hours ago with familiar faces turned strangers;
and my shadows lost and water-bound ran out in fear
because the ghosts were too loud.
I still don't know why I'd take your softness over the faces
behind the grey doors already in the house,
or why your voice resonates louder.
But the kitchen was much newer than the attic we laid,
morphing and shifting in a slumbrous haze;
and I saw a light rising above the horizon,
growing,
and the scalding waters cooling down,
the rocky cliffs smoothing into the mossy pads above.
Soon they'll be here to take you,
your softness in my house too.
Landlocked,
grey doors brightening in the forever dawn,
slipping behind each one slowly
until the boat returns over calm seas again,
and it's just the softness that remains in me.
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Celestial Thoughts
PoesiI'm constantly ebbing between states of complete creative blockages, and endless streams of consciousness flowing through my hands. Here's a few poems to come out of the strangeness of the past two years. I hope you enjoy :)
