My Mouth Is A Steel Beartrap

A poem I wrote. Not the best, but it’s something.

My Mouth Is A Steel Beartrap
By Alira Cohen

Suddenly I’ve lost my ability to focus.
The inspiration is slipping from the fingers,
The collar bone is shattering under stones.
I am your whimsically weeping love,
And what you can see is the flickering fever dream.

Light exits your woolly eyes like dying fireflies.
There is no rhyme that can save it, no melody.
It is a soundless lullaby, a velvet refrain.
I am the jabberwock that rises from the moss.
I am the mouse that seeks the safety of your bed.

Your arms don’t spin spiderwebs, I will find peace there.
You can tame a dragon’s flame with one icy whisper.
Your words are frigid on my skin, a comforting cold.
You play hide and seek with the fox, tucking away from it.
You cup the rodent in your hands and cradle it.

I don’t want to be the Lycan on your shoulders.
I try to grow into a different form, one that fits my body.
I’ll be budding blossoms in your puppy boy hair.
I’ll return and you can collect my petals under your skin.
I can be what you knew I was before, I’m sure of it.

This grey blue that presses down on me thickens.
You have cleared it away now with unsteady hands.
Still, the eyes remain tethered to you, sinking in.
I am unwilling to stray from you and be naked.
All I can do is suckle the flesh of your lungs as we breathe.

I don’t want to scare you, please don’t whimper.
I can feel you shivering under waves of my blood.
What I wouldn’t give to place all you’ve ever wanted in your hands.
Please forgive the sad smoke that escapes me.
I love you.

Author's Note

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