I place my heart on your pillow,
a love letter warm and tremulous,
a merciful feast,
a garden of diabolical seeds
and crepuscular flowers.
In the dark
face to face
we share
the same breath,
our bodies fluttering together
like the leaves on a tree.
You are the constellations aligned,
a world born from my soul’s detritus
and the ageless but ill-timed dreams
that are known only
when the eyes turn inward.
I love you as the moon
loves her young shepherd,
as the mother loves
her sleeping children,
as the old man
loves his withered wife.
You drink me
my blood, my breath,
my marrow
both red and yellow.
A shudder captivates
my body long after
you have left it,
a little earthquake,
a wordless prayer
which belongs as much
to God as to the Devil.
I am still here
where you left me
savage and wanting.
I am still here
sowing scars and fingerprints
into the plaintive darkness.
I am still here
touching your things
softly with my tears.
Excellent news Mich. I found the magazine difficult to navigate on my WP app. Can you share the poems?
https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2021/03/05/exchange/
https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2021/02/21/love-in-quarantine/
Crepuscular Flowers
I place my heart on your pillow,
a love letter warm and tremulous,
a merciful feast,
a garden of diabolical seeds
and crepuscular flowers.
In the dark
face to face
we share
the same breath,
our bodies fluttering together
like the leaves on a tree.
You are the constellations aligned,
a world born from my soul’s detritus
and the ageless but ill-timed dreams
that are known only
when the eyes turn inward.
I love you as the moon
loves her young shepherd,
as the mother loves
her sleeping children,
as the old man
loves his withered wife.
You drink me
my blood, my breath,
my marrow
both red and yellow.
A shudder captivates
my body long after
you have left it,
a little earthquake,
a wordless prayer
which belongs as much
to God as to the Devil.
I am still here
where you left me
savage and wanting.
I am still here
sowing scars and fingerprints
into the plaintive darkness.
I am still here
touching your things
softly with my tears.
Thanks a million times once again for submitting ❤
My pleasure, if ever you read something and feel that it resonates with your magazine let me know. I have not been writing much at all lately.