only uttered word

This poem is again part of my small collection, which refers to the unknown "you". I haven't found a name for the collection yet. It means what you think it means, as with all my poems.

-only uttered word-

Let your smile burn my lungs

Turn the bone that holds them into ash 

and feed the flowers with it

I don't need them in sunny days,

when words are dirt in my mouth or

when I forget how words are formed

and uttered, whilst others' ears

pay no attention, but...

the nights are serene for

the air is cool, so I can breathe it

Wonderfully

Cotton feathers and the smell of ice 

Wicked sheets on fire

but no, you don't melt 

You ignite

Your chest is heaving 

- in my dreams- 

like a diamond between black coal

I don't have to talk again

but the night makes me whisper

And that's what the ghost of you needs

Just your name from my unknown lips

Author's Note

Well, let me tell you again, to pay no attention to grammar and syntax rules. My writing is mostly spontaneous. I would love to get your feedback, good or bad, for everyone is entitled to their own opinion, as long as it is justified of course. What else? Oh, just like with "self-awareness", picture your "you" and don't try to figure out for whom I am talking about, that is only for me to know. If the poem inspires you, do not hesitate telling me. If you want to post lines from it anywhere please mention the name of the author as I am trying to get something out there. Thank you so much.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and sometimes the words die on the lips...and become ghosts themselves...
and those whispers...do we hear what we want to hear? or does what we hear make us uncomfortable and wanting of love.

[Ariana Papastergiou]

Exactly! Thank you for your review.