HoneyStungA Poem by BuboFor Pete. A follow up to The Love Divide.It was just a little prick and you let yourself in and I honeystung mistook it for love of the soul kind blind but I took what you gave flesh, blame and pain.
In your consumption you broke my bones evoked long dead ghosts and made me your home. I shed bruised skin and donned another one
but could never fathom why the flowers still died.
And the years crept by and the love didn't quite meet your beautiful eyes. They came and went the girls with the curls in the middle of their forehead. And the love divide became wide as the 1000th sun chased the moon across the sky, while crevices in my skin wept but my eyes remained dry
Folded in your paper origami I moved my hips for you yet blood red womb remained silent, hot rum flooded my veins and I sang lullabies anyway inside the house that fell from the dark sky.
Smoke and mirrors, Chinese whispers I'm not oblivious to the chant of those who fold me in warm arms, binding masks, hidden battle scars, while the storybook is narrated by only one
But I, your paper origami, is still breathing with life.
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Added on May 3, 2016Last Updated on May 3, 2016 AuthorBuboIpswich, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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