My bones creak in your direction,
leaving me swollen beneath your wing.
I wring blood from the paper in my hands,
every night making you mine.
I struggle to expel what wells,
as your name weaves deeper into me.
I lay my soul out here tonight,
wishing I was by your side.
I cannot match the stars you hang
but suffocate in the water, you always seem to bring.
I drink —
As my hurt falls in your direction,
and I am swollen beneath your wing.
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*silence* as I am lost in these thoughts..
Thank you for reading. π
Very beautiful piece Jess. Lots of great language in here and an ethereal feel. Great job, thanks for the read:)
Thank you Fred! I enjoyed writing this piece, short but sweet. xoxo
so painful. swollen beneath your wing, how vulnerable soundsing.
It is a vulnerable piece. Thank you for reading. π
wow jess this is really evocative…my fav lines…
I cannot match the stars you hang
but suffocate in the water, you always seem to bring.
great flow to the piece and depth of emotion…and saw the email today too…congrats on the book going to print…
Thanks Brian! I appreciate the support. xooxox
Lovely write!
Thank you Ayala! π
Such raw emotion you conveyed with your verse, masterfully done!
Thanks Pat, appreciate you reading. π
I wish I could write
words to de-grief you
So much so
to share your pain
But alas
I am chained
By the world
So bad
So much so
that I can’t but
just feel the pain
Deeper within
And just have a tear
having the same wounds
As yours.
Good read, well written, Jess
–Vic
Lovely words Vic, thank you for reading and always being a great friend. π
Your poems ever-enchant, Jessica. And congrats on hitting print with your book, by the way!
Awwww, thanks my dear. π xooxox
oh yes take away the hurt and pain and wrap yourself up inside the wings for love and protection
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/11/the-day-of-the-dead/#comment-1682
Thank you and I thanks for sharing your link too! π
amazing opening, loved the charm in it.
Thank you very much for stopping by and reading. π