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.