Fallen Time
FALLEN TIME
the point of the point
skin pressed tip to the neck
a lick to the juxtaposed jugular
to the vulnerable rose clipped
Hearts on a stick
loli pop pink envelopes
these notes of love
prepackaged lines passed beneath the bar code
hear the cashier
she dings of proof
will you be my fallen time.
i tripped down memory lane looking for you
the you i knew.
the lover, the laughter
our ever after in honey moon.
when eyes sparkled and jokes were funny
when a February day of love was below the pedestal
radar beam affection
each toe a poem
future fingers tracing wrinkles of taught perfect skin
feeding off fragrance
can you smell the lack of pressure
can you taste how easy we leaned in to one another
snap judgments
acts of anger
meanings inside tones
can you hear the haunting malady
the chorus repeats
and repeats
our we to be rotten peas in a pod
black pearls in the muzzle loader
take aim at my heart dear
a platter of me and you
past meats present buffet
May we dine on our imperfection
May we hold fierce to our shedding skins
we are change and history
must love be scorched to sprout fresh
is it best to just expect less
fuck you valentines day
comparing the inadequate
this love cant be bought for chocolates
this love is more than just candles lit
this love doesn't fit in printed letter
this love belongs on more than 1 day
This is our fallen time
like the leaves of season on top of season
we are mulching and milting
are we someday bound to figure it all out
like plums wrinkled together to prunes
This is an original poem written just now
the images are from duck duck go and fall under fair use
This is a love poem and a declaration of what the true meaning of relationship really is..complicated and intriguing but set on a bound direction..at least thats what I understood of it..nevertheless you nailed the poem!
Fantastic poem with some razor sharp lines m8. Really liked it. Particularly these lines:
Absolutely! As soon as I read that I knew what you were talking about. My last girlfriend was such a sucker for valentines and I played along to make her happy and didn't begrudge keeping my big trap shut about what I really think about Christmas/Easter/valentines and all the other appropriated festivals of consumerism. You articulated it really well in this poem. Nice!
Nice and real poetry. love shouldn't be contrained to a season or price.