but if only

but if only

 

 

 

your lips met mine

like the cold point of a gun

 

i ingested your breath like a bullet

to my integrity

 

we slipped into a coma

pungent feelings became numb

 

life support

heart support

 

reality intravenously rejected

i wanted the dreamy fairy tale

 

i opened my eyes

and your touch was gone

 

i was living

no powder, no caliber of transgression

 

no you

just imagination shooting blanks.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/22/2017

Reviews

[Giulia King]

This poem is lovely, as all your poems are

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Gullia...
j.