Jan 20, 2015
Bone-signs
What does it take to read the insignia
in your bones? The child of moonlight slowly
draws near, and your present
casts a heavy shadow on the wall.
I can't reach through that veil.
Your naked breasts smell
like past regrets; I, like a lost explorer
try to find my way out of every crevice, only
to fall into another maze.
Are you laughing at my despair? I hope not.
Because deep down
you're the same as me.
Dejected, depraved, soul-searcher.
lone star in a galaxy.
With empty promises
kept in nicely ribbon-taped shoeboxes, named and dated,
and nailed to your heart.
Oh, I was reading your bone-signs again
bare yourself for me,
please?