Press your lips against mine
one touch to ignite a wildfire.
Fueled by the sparks of poetry,
our bodies will form the kindling:
“we” as interlaced/intertwined
flames
“us” as embers adrift on the wind
our love: smoke billowing over the
horizon
an echo of a scorching radiance –
the glow of a star burning into
existence.
-Zero
inspired by justfrankie's "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS"
that ring
won't fill the hole in your heart,
the home that Love had abandoned years
ago
and you
tried to fill it with desperate
fantasies
the whispers of sweet nothings that
Love once loved -
now you're a doll on display, pull the
string to say the line
and her,
dressed in pearl marching down the
aisle
beauty as radiant as gems and makeup
could allow
with boundless joy overwhelming her
every move
and you,
only reminded of this gnawing void
too late now, put on a mask for the
show
play the part as if the lines were your
own
crocodile tears turn real as the horror
sets in
the truth would shatter her porcelain
heart
turn her fulfilled dream to nightmare
and you,
haven't the heart to do it.
-Zero
spring still somehow reminds me of you
sharp gaze, long dark hair, and
sarcastic wit
wrapped up in horror movies and romcoms
a soft porcelain serenade on the breeze
with blossoms of new beginnings
of lilies blooming – and withering
demons we couldn't deny creeping
forward
while we kissed with passion and flame
hurrying them to their destination –
our end
every year since I plant lilies in the
back
fall in love with the beauty that
blooms
and say goodbye when their (our) time
is up.
-Zero
