Consume my hope

If we leave the letter unwritten 
saying nothing

deer leaning in the window salvaging for morsel of night 
grimacing when we stir, wind chimes with pointed feet 
dancing awkwardly in ill-fitting clothes, vindicating a 
suspicion of absurdity

turn from me then, until you stop being and I sit alone
watching faceless walls communing with plaster
you shape my days and can as easily, burn me standing
waiting for a word, a finger-tip, a smudge 

for when you strike, you are a panther, encased in skin
charboiling my heart over wilting blossom 
it is not possible to deny you
the switch of myself shivering electric 
in that, we are alike, the one who loses her hair in bunches and you
who cook longing on high flame 

hang yourself up on the back of my hook, let me catch you wriggling 
in my wet fingers made into a cup
like rounding moons with promise will become fairy circles 

when you emerge, dry-eyed and hot-skinned, let me lick the burn 
ringing your throat like the words you will 
strike out again and again in every ink
catching river stones in your mouth 
under my tongue
stretch out, beckon me, consume my hope 
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20 thoughts on “Consume my hope

  1. This was eloquently written, and I appreciate the imagery in this free verse. I can see the person in the hard-backed chair, just waiting for a person who believes that in the author’s mind they are just a friend. It feels almost like the agony of this love has pushed the author into near insanity, and it’s very clever.

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      1. I appreciate you as well! I’ll be following your blog from now on since you seem to understand similar emotions of mine on a deep interpersonal level. The way you put things is beautiful and I’m rarely this excited to follow someone xo

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      2. Wow I’m so honored and happy to read this! Thank you so much! It makes me happier than anything else in this world to feel that others can relate and we share similar emotions so on that level welcome sister!

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  2. I read this and sighed. Mostly because I cannot think of the right words to express why it sings to me.
    Actually I think Smallsunflowers hit the nail on the head.
    Poignant work from you yet again. 🙂

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