lit

the 'l' sounds of a new man.

i can hear you.

no. i am not
in love for the last time.
in load for the last time.
in list for the last not
in lick for the last.
in lush for-
inward lids
red. outward bleed to
bed.

i am not.

what i am not is not

tying together the loose ends with the flick of a redder lighter i am not. i am not fraying but i am singed. i am cauterized. i am charred to the edges from flames i lit.

i am not.

i light you. you light me. we exhale the others.

what we are not i am breathing. what i was not i am exhaling.

what i loved i lied. what i loaded i lent. what i listed i lost. what i licked i lied. what i lushed i longed.

the innerlids are red. the inside of my bed. i covered it red and spit. each rise spurted i bleed from the fray. the not-charred.

i relight.
i singe.

i am not.
i do not
fray as long
as i am lit.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Some poetry need to be read more then once. A lot of hidden stories. This a poem I had to read a few times. I like the flow and the strength of the poem. The ending made the poem complete. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote