POEMS BY: Desiré Marie Demarest
instead
my window breathes softly
to dry my tears
i realize-the wind doesn't really make a sound
unless it caresses something.
we could have just as easily
barely skimmed by one another
in the course of our ventures.
but instead we decided
to test the waters of each others soul.
i know your heart aches too, my love
but instead we decided
to not speak of what we are
and just be.
untitled i've become the uninspired poet
at an utter loss for words
but only because none are worthy of this
this sweet kiss
has manifested bliss...
perception shifting
like i've just begun existing.
what an ecstatic whirlwind!
what a tango in the sand!
where still i'll dance
the uninspired poet's dance
i'll jumble the words together somehow
and we'll become a separate entity
i never knew these words were within me
found in a matter of 3 days.
sin? lust will quell loneliness
and the torture that my flesh endures
is a delightful pain
compared to what my soul had encountered.
so i find it better
to wring out this heart like a sponge
rather than absorb what has absorbed me
all this time.
my lust is catlike-
claws come out if i get too frisky...
birthday overwhelmed by observation-
some hurt my eyes,
some bring tears
and cleanse the poison
but most leave my eyes
looking just like hematite.
either way,
it's all been reflected back
to the universe's first light
that shattered matter.
and it's always candy
i find in the cracks of my bed
as i sit here naked
and ponder the ones that i've made suffer
well i'm suffering too,
and this candy is too stale to enjoy.
in 8 minutes it will be my birthday
28 years closer to my dying day
i hope by then i figure out poetry
by then my words won't matter anyway
but at least they'll resonate
back to the universe's first sound
that shattered matter. |
