Monday, November 18, 2013

Blue Matter (A Poem)

Her love
Was a chest void,
A wickless candle
I could not light afire.
We’d grope each other
In the half-lit
Friday sidewalks
Or parking lots
Outside movie theaters
Or in -front of mirrors
In department store bathrooms,
The show of her tattoos,
Pulse at the nape
Of her neck
That beat two-parts
For only me
Though I could never
Witness the blue throb
Of her heart matter,
Her gold lockets
And silver bracelets
Wearing their old hues
Onto my skin
Like something cancerous.
I shrugged my shoulders
One morning and broke
The rope of her void
From the cuff of my heart,
She dangled there
For a few seconds,
Harsh words, sad love notes,
The disappeared.

Written for a prompt at MindLoveMisery.

3 comments:

  1. Stacy you have captured the loneliness and heartache of blue
    I loved these lines in particular
    Onto my skin
    Like something cancerous.
    I shrugged my shoulders
    One morning and broke
    The rope of her void
    From the cuff of my heart,

    Beautifully penned

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  2. Stacy this is amazing your writing is so graphic in that I can both visualize and feel every single word with invasive urgency. You are a genius truly

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  3. I like this very much it's awesome! First time I've read your work and it makes me want to come back for more!

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