Acer Sacharrum

I have a secret

It’s getting harder to hide

I love you so much

It hurts inside

I have a secret

When I 

Hear you talk

About your distant

Boyfriend

I feel lost and sad and…

We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

cradling the mangled bodies of children

 who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

Dear daughter of Earth, 

I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity. 

The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit

a delicate dance, welcome

after two years of rainy Decembers. 

My room is cold even though

the heat is blasting, so I sit

She wanted amazing things

so she ran towards the sunset

thinking she could grasp the shining light in her hands

and hold it forever

forever.

She found herself on a cliff

I would like to hope

That before there was a sky

Bleeding stars,

Before there were planets

Polluted with creation,

That there was still the beating heart