![]() LovelyA Poem by Julia Squires
Devour my flesh in the dance, your design
Send me into shudders that leave me shaking more months Than I could count; place me in a paradox, Uproot me from the earthen To seed me in the sky; I'll become a constellation, Spread out in spiral flame That trails ten sparks and a shimmering cloak Of crystalline fibers, crafted from the pixels Of every image ever made of me Now poised in your possession This is what we ramble when we don't know what to say Electric in our lungs but uncharged with any meaning Because once we're in love all the bulbs in our brain Blink out one by one as our pupils, like a pond Ripple outward in rivulet shivers down our spine It's horribly hollow in my heart sometimes Even now that I've escaped my insecurities I miss them now and then, every tepid little twitch That defined my facsimile last year; She was smothered in sincerity While I sustain myself on sin But I love when you call me lovely Thread your fingers through my own And reply that you're all mine (Even knowing that's a lie) With a mewl in every moment And a purr approaching pressures I suspect I'll soon succumb to (Even knowing that I have) Doves can be devils when they dare to divide An innocent impulse with darker desires And if I ever deem you demon I accuse you with affection For I love to see you lurking Beneath a smirk or simple smile Each day I await you, bereft on the beach I stand on the sand in the sun Till starlight illumines the ethereal air And you wash up from your ocean Spanning shores across the world For a while we sit in two places together Talking through seashells and screens Apart and entangled, blended but brittle And I sleep at your side while you watch all the waves So when I wake by the water, you're drowning in dreams But I love when you call me lovely Though I'm lost as to why you do. © 2014 Julia Squires |
StatsAuthor![]() Julia SquiresAboutHi everyone!! My name is Julia. I'm an 18-year-old aspiring prose author with an even greater passion for poetry; I love the sound and rhythm of language itself, how words can flow and dip and swing b.. more..Writing
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