Beyond Holiday's Blood

Beyond Holiday's Blood

Beyond Holiday's Blood

If I write, “I love you”
In red ink, along the edges
Of stained linen sheets
To be beside your bedside
Whispering even when it folds
Of the miles I crawled
For your ears and arms upon me
If the scent lasted of roses
And dragons blood's curdled
Could you smell the vanilla
From my skin full of sweat
And sweetness I was in heat of
Your light voice and your displayed
Arms holding giant masks to film
As I lounge here with palest skin
Naked for viewing of my curves
Revealed with heavy 1920's lens
To see my deep eyes and
Bubble gum knees to open when
You lay beside me to kiss me
With only lips and hint of tongue
To kiss my lips even more
Would you be warm upon me
To feel your hard body grabbing
My figure still viewed in dreams
Of silent movie queens, unrated
To hold a thin man, pale of ancestry
Perhaps of a dark hint across your cheekbones
Because native sings in your moves

Where your heart slept on pillows
Along your body thinking of mine
Perhaps pushed up on another image
Of me holding you from both sides
Heavy blankets down in your cave
Of me visiting upon your body
Surrounded by your every desire
Of my own longings of you
Does the night go like this, even
When you've abandoned me
A hundred times to return again
Because I am your more and your love
You've waited since I was twelve
I've waited since you were born
Your promise to me that if I
Beat that curse and torture of me
That you would arrive in clouds
To show me the rest of the way
Out of too many traps upon my
Heart that was just waiting for you
Did it hurt the entangle you agreed
To conquer to rise even taller
So I could find your soft LOUD there
Beaconing my breath and my breast
To follow a mentor I’d let my daughter
Follow with her biggest sun
An eagle you earned, yet silent
Like an owl worn upon you instead
As an eagle invincing your owl coats

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