Beautiful Bliss – Michael Constantine McConnell

July 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

Yes. I still chew the echoes of each kiss

we shared, the first time our bare feet touched

or our legs nakedly braided. Sometimes,

the salt of your knuckles still splits my tongue.

I believed in seasons, never thought

we would end. Each day without you begins

sober; I no further understand nights

of dreaming your body next to me.

Sometimes, my tears leap at you; a thousand

violins erupted from my stomach

when I found you. Sleep, please, sleep like nothing

matters. Leave your mourners empty, cursing

God. Wake up each morning reflecting

children in your perfect little eyes.

 

Vera Barnett – Classical Plastique: Birth of Venus

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