Forgetting

how many species of Love exist?

forgetting

 

built airborne sonnets of blackbirds and iron,

detonated my dreams with a cigarette fuse,

watched fire grind-dance with naked laughter

on the cones of your mischievous green eyes.

 

the ache is incurable, but the fear has subsided.

now, I roll your blue flames on my soulful tongue,

run trembler-digits through a rampant blonde river

of fluid light sliding through a cold tombstone maze.

 

now, we’ll roll through the flower-clad wreckage

like twin-b*****d boulders in a downhill race.

your face ate the moon, for whom I once pined,

now stars are just scars on a faceless portrait of God.

 

can this odd love cure the darkness that seeps

in through yawning pores to drown my pure light?

 life hatched from death, a breath of thick smoke.

broken together slays whole all alone.

 

let’s fall from a cliff of bloody half-memories

into a wild sea of mysterious chance,

our romance defined by off-rhythm of pulses

intertwined in new meters no math could explain.

 

and, the pain will wash away slowly, my love,

until we’ve forgotten the deepest of wounds.

Reviews

[Moonflower]

"now stars are just scars on a faceless portrait of God"

Startling and captivating, your poetry just grabs me and holds me in your perspective, along with a colorful assortment of metaphor and delightful wordplay. You have talent, my dear. It is always a pleasure to read your work. Thanks for sharing~

[Ariel B.]

"now stars are just scars on a faceless portrait of God" - serious impact in that one. This is such an unexpectedly pretty poem.

[KAREN]

Let's fall from a cliff of bloody half-memories
into a wild sea of mysterious chance,
our romance defined by off-rhythm of pulses
intertwined in new meters no math chould explain.
Awesome!

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Very amazing write SerialKisser. With great imagery and a whole lot of emotion. Will truly be a fav of mine. xoxo

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly thought provoking piece, I imagine the research and memory of the piece, speaks solely to each reader, well done

[Kerry O'Connor]

let’s fall from a cliff of bloody half-memories
into a wild sea of mysterious chance...

I'm game!

I loved this poem, RG. And for once a note of hope in the final couplet.

[Ruth]

Such wounds are worn with bravery and not pride! Beautifully voiced love....love your work :) xx