- And I was too sad to sing (didn’t know how)
- a lover without the love
- what more could you possibly ask for?
- My veins knew, tried to steer me away
- (I just needed the idea of you).
- Sang love songs from inside the casket like a devil with a shoplifted halo,
- fingertips tracing my sternum to reach the centre (didn’t let you in).
- Unlearned the face of the barefoot moon in the gradient of your skin,
- like a mosque burning in its own gospel,
- lose myself until I lose you.
- Cremated the voice of your ghost, dispersed ashes beneath a forsaken pew,
- they gathered in the space of an unwritten sermon,
- (tried to piece you back together).
- I rebuked my cells one by one in the movement of your prayer beads
- (you are no longer a native).
- A mouthful of the brunette sun to singe my tongue from uttering your name
- and now you’re just another scar (that I wear so well).
- Let us sing symphonies for the undressed angel in command (even in her brokenness)
- did you know me at all?
- I wanted to fill the space (left me empty, pervaded you instead)
- and now you’ll feel my presence caged in your aching limbs
- a cemetery laden with my darkest secrets.
- Evade me, try (you won’t make it to your own burial).
- They’ll find your name carved into my headstone
- ‘died of heartache, couldn’t leave her.’
Symphonies For The Undressed Angel In Command - Poem.Monday, 29 February 2016
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