Tag: passion

Viola’s Gravity

She was everything I wanted to be,

Maybe even some of me:

Noyes’ Bess captured my silly 10 year-old heart,

No wonder love was always so dark.

Ruthless and fierce, the kind of passion that poisons

Then heals.

Smarter than boys, adults, the lot.

Calculated but kind, hard but soft,

And.

It should be and. Why the hell not?

I never understood why I could not be both,

When we are skin and bone, human and soul.

Her jewels were my pinks,

Her stuborness, my kicks.

And underneath it all, rage at the unfairness of the world.

Whatever she chose, she wanted to be the master of her own fate.

Viola’s gravity, at the bottom of the lake.

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Finalities

And, it’s been a while,

Since I’ve heard your voice,

Pressed into keys and

Notes –

Refund the broken time,

Cha-ching,

Rinse your breath from my soul,

Wash the rest down the sink,

Chests hidden in

Boats of yours and mine stories to be told.

Red seas no longer are,

Golds and White entwine in what was a star,

It heals,

It heals;

breathe you out, into a forgotten jar,

Where time is made and sold

To the devil who told

The story of You and me.

Give what was to the dark.

It’s free,

It’s free,

The pleas heard to

Let it free,

Were heard.

And yet standing in between this space of ours and mine,

Of freedom and escape,

I still love you,

It is bizarre;

Love does not know the chime,

Of my grandfather,

And ceased though you are,

Forever you will stay,

At the bottom of my beating blood red heart.