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
Smarter than boys, adults, the lot.
Calculated but kind, hard but soft,
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.
And, it’s been a while,
Since I’ve heard your voice,
Pressed into keys and
Refund the broken time,
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,
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.
The pleas heard to
Let it free,
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.
I think there is beauty everywhere,
In every line and crevice of the human face,
Crooked and straight.
Ultraviolets and golds
At the base
Of yours and mine’s stories to be told,
That we decorate,
With the souls of strangers laced
Into our heart rate,
Where they all live forever as bold,
as of the infinitive universes’ grace.
Milks and honeys,
Chocolate siennas and vanilla,
Night skies painted with big taupe eyes:
It’s everywhere you see,
Just hidden away
From vanity and what we preach.