Spring

...The pale flecks of early morning Sun and floating dandelions that come in through the window leave trails of last night dancing on your skin. You lie there, looking intently into my eyes - unblinking, pensive, still - as if contemplating your own life or death.
           So close to me, that I can breathe in the cool air you exhale - we are one: born again as a new being, Love's Little Lamb. So close, yet the past still lingers on our lips, through our shivering bones. From the moment when you kissed the tip of my nose, soft, like a petal falling on my skin, from a cherry-blossom tree in the Springtime garden, I had never tasted a fruit so sweet.
          But only one day without you and I feel its coarse acidity burning through my heart.

         Spring time's upon us
        Spring time's here
        Time to grow our Love
        It's that time of year

The Sun has gone behind the clouds, my heart weeps blood. Still - I hear your whispers in the wind, faintly howling against the happy little tune of endearing Love.


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Photosynthesis

(sun, water, air - will cultivate any monstrosity from above)

The Sun shined - the Air stirred - the Rain poured.
You smiled, I smiled, we blossomed: Love.
But the winds of Time blew your petals -
Away from me.
Your coarse hands planted a seed in my soul -
It bobbed, red and swelling in the endless streams of my blood
Reflecting the ethereal memories of your Light,
Like a bulging eye directly through my skin.

Anchored stiffly, deeply in my chest,
It grew sideways - lodged like a stone in my heart.
Watered by the greyest tears from my darkest eyes
It split its skin when limbs appeared
Jolting my Heartstrings -
Jabbing my inner wires -
As it curled round the coils of my brain.

There, that demon took full form -
With prickling petals,
And blades for thorns,
Which cut my choking lungs  
- There my funeral had blossomed -
Shrouded by flowers of death.

My psyche had been usurped
And my soul, corrupted - 
Dictating me to believe 
That you were mine.
That you loved me.
That this cancer deep in my heart was 
Love.

When your soul brushed passed mine
Just the other day
As the Sun was setting -
Suddenly the light turned black;
My raw heart bled;
My weak skull split;
My keen eyes failed;

And my soul lay twisted in the ground
As your roots crawled out -
And the Sun was slowing down
When my broken eyes found you then
I had died inside -
Only to discover that (from the time that the Sun had risen)
I was already dead -


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