i have thought about
simply becoming an echo
destined to repeat all of your words
my lips as the syllables
clinging to you, as i might.
last night you held me (inadvertantly)
like i was a celesial sparrow, a mine of herkimer diamonds
which made my ceaseless fluttering stop
my heart shoot out of my chest, weeping, thudding,
clapping out of my chest in a lightning struck storm
could i dare to coo, could i dare to sigh (?)–
last night i became lost in your
and in the way i wanted to cling to your limitless lips
but didn’t tell you that i wasn’t nearly dying
or that i was dreaming of you
my handkerchief was stained, after seeing your face
with the faint sweet breath of
eloquence, the absence of your touch,
alleviating my unconscious contraction,
my deft loss of trust.
i wished i could have asked you
if i might meet you here someday
and if i will be strong enough,
or if i will have already been taken in,
limping, in some stranger’s arms,
being guided slowly to an alien bed, a bed made only of doubts?
or will i simply learn to hate,
as i bet, biting the bullets,
sleeping through the tough burlap winters of overflowing lamentation?
Copyright 2015, Golden Star Poetry