About the morning after
by the morning your words float away
syllables escaping my mind
feathers drifting out of pillows
butter rolling down my legs
i’m thinking of the way your mouth moves
i'm thinking of how you say my name
slow and sad, like a fly dying in midair
like melted butter rolling down my legs
by the morning your words turn to smoke
the ashy smell cloaks my hair
i swim through your phantom atmosphere
i die in midair, floating to my grave
can I ask you anything?
can I make your mouth move
may I run my hands along the wings of your lips
the corners of your mouth upturning
in satisfaction?
i’m thinking of your words like dough
i’m thinking of your hands like fighter jets
deafening velocity, voracious thirst
by the morning your hands turn to swans
floating over me in droves
covering me from the burning sun
that melts the butter, rolling down my legs
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Posted Jul 3, 2019, 12:43 AM UTC · edited
I actually like the odd sentence structure this poem takes. The last lines of each group are awkward and jarring and I think that serves the message and feeling really well. It's awkward and confusing, just like your use of "melted butter down the legs." it's uncomfortable and strange.
the twisted romanticism is very true to the feelings of those not prepared for a one night stand. Emotions don't really express right or should exist at all.
or at least, that's how I interpreted it