Bitter Love Bites

4 poems from the Resurrected Series

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Soul Eyes
Your eyes are dark orbs,
And in their depth my soul’s constrained.
In the blue-black shadows of bruised skin
Tender wrinkles smile way all pain.

Sentimental Journey – Not
Please don’t ruin it with sappy sentiment.
Into a dream, I’ll slowly sink,
Till there’s less of me than you.

Whoever said two shall be as one, 
Was right – it’s a smoke and mirrors act,
A stifling suffocation and there is no coming back.

Fly
It is not love that holds me,
Nor hope of planting seeds.
I want to fly on cicada wings,
Intensely deafening and brief. 

We’ll ride high till summer’s end,
When all our effort’s spent,
I’ll find myself left crumpled, 
And buried deep again.

Sorry Mess
I knew it was wrong, but I did it just the same.
I let the words out because the curdles in my stomach 
Squeezed my heart and made it flutter. 
I chewed you.
But I didn’t swallow.
I spit you out, whole yet changed.
My words like foul rot stick, though you now are free.
Whatever remains of you, is more than is left of me.

From my 20-something self…feels like historical fiction now. What if you could meet your 20-something, or even teen self today? What might they say to you and what would you say to them?