I only want the sun
until I see the devil
before I say your name
so tomorrow’s scars can blister
I hear mountains
piles of puckered lips
whispering rock and shadow
teasing skies of yellow, blue,
and black laughter
Haha
every lonesome day
just quotes another bruise
rotting through my skin
I have nowhere left
to rest my head
to count your pulse
to bite your neck
But that’s your blood in my mouth
isn’t it?
The salt is red
the bed is broken
the moon’s a lie
and if it’s full
then why am I?
About the Creator
david love
Part-time accountant, former disaster relief project supervisor, wanna-be writer.
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Comments (10)
Great poem
Man, very complex. Congrats on top story.
Congratulations on Top Story!!!♥️♥️💕
What a refreshing read, with bouts of deep thought about our connection to the world. Poetry is always beautiful, but this is so much more. 😌
This gave me goose bumps! So good!
GREAT poem; though provoking. I love it.
This is absolutely gorgeous. The last five lines especially are magnificent. The poem captures such a specific feeling...really cool! Great job!
Damn good work here! 🏅
Nice, congratulations on your Top Story🎉💯♥️👌
Great poem! Good job!