Two Gentle Skulls

There is a place where we can still be in love;
merely two gentle skulls, as birds sing above.

Underneath the oak tree where the lilies grow,
roots digging among the soil where heartbeats show.

The seasons change, and field mice used to play in our rib cages,
and although our skeletons don’t see the world, we can feel the changes.

As the wind is at ease I will know you are calm,
and the tufts of a sighing hymn is captured in our palms.

For if the wind is violent I will know something upset you;
the pigment is blurred, distorted in a broken hue.

I will believe the rain is the setting kiss;
a pin prick on my marrow reviving me inside a lovely bliss.

As years come and go, the grass continues to grow.
As little children play on fields they will never know

we are still in love �" we are 
so close to one another, yet still so far.

I do not hear you as the trees whistle in the wind,
and I still feel the coldness of my forever tainted sins,

but you must not look away on the days snowflakes fall.
The ice shields you away, through maggot infested mouths I call �"

screaming in the earth, and I guess that’s how dandelions rise:
to turn into a globular seed hatching, as a heartbeat dies.

Except, inside intimate chambers of infinite ticking,
a lonely light bulb dangles; always flickering.

Little children grow up and they carve meanings into bark,
I am still here, still with you, yet so distantly dark.

We are merely two gentle skulls,

and this parchment of grass is a stepping stone inside our souls.

I still feel the pin prick of your tender rain,
always remembering the warmth from a lion’s mane.

A sizzled candle lays where tombstones should crumble,
we are forever calm, we are bones carried in bundles.

Reviews

[Taino]

This poem is full of so much passion and emotion. It is excellent work. I look forward to reading more of your poems. Thank you for sharing Two Gentle Skulls with everyone

[Lovecraft]

Darkly lovely in a pseudo-Gothic poem that I could almost see E.A. Poe writing. Which means I love this and think it's beautiful. Most people would not likely have a sort of Love poem like this because it could be difficult to compose and some might see it as far more morbid than it truly is.

Nice poem!