my assignment for 13_blackbirds

[novapsyche]

Loved One,

Your orgasms were more than physical. What
orange dreams you supplied me, the great
surprise of giddiness in knowing what others
could not know. Eight seconds of glory,
glaring like high pressure sodium.
It wasn’t enough.

Every day my tongue tingles as though
it were made of metal. I could always
swallow you down: I've incorporated
brimstone into corpuscle. The tin in my ear
makes it hard for it to pop—the tympani,
I can't hear anymore excuses excuses.

I can't wait for you to get out of my life.
I've been in a holding pattern too long.
An ugly duckling turned into a swan dive.

I keep repacking my things.
I keep jiggling the lock.

I know you never wanted a Dear John letter.

The frost is ripe and leaves are churning
an apricot crimson. It's time for repacking,
returning. If only the worst were behind me
I could look forward to winter.

Comments

[kittenkissies.livejournal.com]

Sounds like an ode to dxm!

[novapsyche.livejournal.com]

*smile*