Threads of Flesh and Frost

Consumerism.

Oh, how I used to love you on winter evenings like these.

The snow would kiss my face and I would kiss yours back so passionately you would fall faster than the frost-laden ground could catch you.

Our love was a blanket of snow-though it could never keep you warm.

You would tease that I “hogged all the blankets,”  

but you refused to lie beneath them and of me, 

so truly who was to blame?

I have never been fond of the cold-

even when your laughter could spit fire to thaw my heart.

And despite how I dreaded to cover your skin you looked oh so beautiful with my coat on your skin because my eyes could unzip it anyway.

Since the moment I met you, I couldn’t help but crave to unravel you inside out.

Your eyes-portals to my afterlife,

bloodshot pearls only mine to cherish.

Gaze at me until my chest bleeds dry, Angelina-

Become my sponge and I will be your ocean.

Even if your skin was peeled to bone I would still love you.

Even if your lips were torn off leaving me no mouth to kiss,

I would still love you.

And of course I would, and I did, 

spread fragments of you in our every room so you could feel seen at all times,

have digested your lips and teeth because I had craved to taste your every word and feeling,

and now sit here, stroking bones I once gnawed upon-

A dog too foolish to understand its wrongs.

The strings tethered to my shoulders for all my life pull me to my feet.

My fingers are forced to unravel your remains and as I watch you plunge to the ground, 

my chest plunges into its heart. 

I believe it is you this time as my Marionette because the snow has begun to pick up and I can hear your cry howling in the wind.

You drag me across the floor, painted of the reds of your delicacy.

I feel weightless for the first time.

You gently place me onto the bed that I used to call our own,

and I feel as you struggle to pick up my weight.

The unfinished ceiling that watches over me spits your ashes of white onto my face and I accept you with such solitude.

I have breathed you in like oxygen my whole life but now I lie here gasping for you.

I sink into this mattress, allowing myself to be consumed by grief.

You kiss my eyelids shut but I want to see you.

The darkness scares me.

I have lost track of time since you have taken off your watch.

It must only be the afternoon, around three or so.

But it doesn’t matter.

Nothing does because my breath is getting shorter and I can feel your impatience growing.

I know that you forgive me,

but just take me now so I can finally hear you say it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile dance of words dear Catherine.
"I have breathed you in like oxygen my whole life but now I lie here gasping for you.
I sink into this mattress, allowing myself to be consumed by grief.
You kiss my eyelids shut but I want to see you."
I liked the above lines. You write with a experience pen. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I could feel the yearning, the need in your words.
Coyote

[Catherine]

Wow thank you so much for the thoughtful comment I really appreciate it and look forward to reviewing your work as well :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Catherine.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

extremely moving and exquisitely written. this narrative by itself was powerful. a love, though maybe imperfect, but strong and persistent - even when separated by the viel of death. 'Your eyes-portals to my afterlife,' absolutely my favourite line. in this verse, you paint a picture of a complicated and dynamic relationship held together by tender emotions. a work that ravishes the soul.

[Catherine]

Thank you so much :)

[Trace]

This was a very interesting read somewhat spooky yet intriguing.

Much enjoyed, Trace

[Catherine]

thank you :)