Author: Simone
Poetry
Blissfully Cursed
I want a love I can dig my wild cat nails into
And a lover that would sink his ferocious canine teeth into me
I wish for a love, that would devour us both in ecstasy
Grey
My mind
My eyes
Hold the weight
of a grey winter sky
That orb
Between my chest
Sunken in the middle
Of my cage of bones
Is hot
And shining dimly
Of a pleasant
Silver
Being tugged
With an untidy
Frayed rope
Gripping that core
Entangled around it
Like enchanted vines
It tuggs that orb
Strictly but guiding
No, dragging.
Like a weight.
I am heavy
Like an anchor
Being pulled
from the depths
To a ship
Out of view
My eyes
Windows
Fogged with
Condensation
And the sound
Of a gentle rain
Rhythmically falling
From that
Grey winter sky
...Wake up
The twittering of birds
Or my morning alarm
The roar of the waterfall
Or the static from the TV
I wonder
Which of these things I'm hearing
Is real
Kindred
I have this fire in my chest
I am certain you do too
Something tells me
They are flames of the same color