Our Dying Dreams

A poem of two characters, hope its good

1. Theo

We danced that night

To the patter of droplets

Arms wrapped in flesh

Such sweetness; this natural ballad.

Our mouths explore

Connecting freckled skylines

Faint stars hidden by light clouds,

Soon discarded to

Hidden depths of the other’s galaxy.

Mortal pleasures guide her in haste;

While my glow flickers

Without lustrous speckled stars.

Her fingers comb through

tousled curls, searching

for moonlit truth nestled

between; that quakes

My heart. I regret

What she will find

From traitorous heartbeats;

Skipping with guilt.

2. Keres

You glare back

Arms wrap myself

streaks down

window pane.

Lightning flashes;

Connecting handles of knives

Driven into kitchen cabinets,

Pinning you in place.

Bottle of Jameson

Is all you hold

As I coaxed a drink,

Guided my hands; cold.

Not returning feelings.

You hope this helps

But I could scratch my throat raw

And s**t ain’t changin

So start talkin

While I take a swiggin

From that bottle you’re holdin’

Let me take off that burden.

Like another a*s

Confess

And I might not

Cut deeper

Then your words

3.Theo: Burning

She pranced to me;

In that moonlit scene,

typical romance

the furniture

The house

playing its role

In this.

grabbing

clawing

Clothes shed

Melting

from tentious desires

Betrayal burned our candles

Sparking this entire event.

You see,

While we did these things,

Your spirit lingered.

She went down on flattened knees

You stood there,

Watching. The disgust

Quietly slipped from my eyes

As you reached into my body

Making your serpentine way

To my heart.

My chest heaved;

in shockwaves of

painful climax

I knew where this would lead

4.  Keres: Hanging

Your words

Crack my ribcage

Pry my heartstrings

For you to pluck.

I cannot be

With you

our love

Smolders, pale skin

to ash.

We shined once,

Holding each other

You even said we are diamonds

But here you are,

Glimmering in cold sweats

allow me

To free you.

This may hurt,

Your bones crumbling

allow me to consume

The heart beat.

Buried down to the hilt

Of this knife.

Shhhhh,

Don’t be such a b***h,

Allow me, honey

In your jagged ribs-

Warped-

Like the rest of you

I promise,

You’ll be fine now.

5. Theo

Thank you dagger

curled in fingers

Holding us

together

Thank you for taking me

up, slumped

on countertop

Lips parted;

Thank you, for

finding ourselves

in pieces, pooled

on white kitchen tile.

Thank you,

For this final moment

Your hand tracing my cavity

silent