Breathless

Whether love is good or bad we are always left Breathless.

Breathless 

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

(If love is truly equal then we are both to blame; for destruction)

Monochrome love in darkness

Eyelids flutter like moth wings against streetlight pallor, 

tear tracks glistening as sacramental warpaint

Upon patina stained marble masques 

Love has a price most are too blind to see.

how many heirs shall we plant in this poisoned soil?

I carved our initials where my soul used to bleed.

All my knives... turned to feathers in your hands.

Slides off him with pornographic slowness 

keep ruining me, little apocalypse. 

Before the world remembers we exist,

Dawn stains the ruined backseat crimson, 

illuminating runic scratches she'd carved into leather 

during crescendo.

Drown me...Drown me...Drown me til I'm 

...Breathless. 

Author's Note

I once asked my muse 'If love is truly equal as many yearn for it to be, then when it becomes a cluster $%#& aren't we both to blame?' I asked in my naiveté. And in her typical Cate Blanchett reaction she replied batting her eyes at me and with a sultry reply, "Don't be an asshole."

Reviews

[Neville]

I am so bloomin glad I felt drawn to this page today .. It would have been a travesty to have missed out on the treat you have left here for us to find Carlos .. excellent ink & most perfectly spilled .. indeed, tis one of those well worth visiting time and again .. I now hope that others shall be similarly inclined to visit in the wake I have purposefully left for them to find and follow .. Kind regards and with much respect, Neville