Poetry (2) Poem by erie morganmaples

He holds all of her essence in those
Leaking lines of black along lids
That wish and dip with a fight
To stay above waters lifting and cold like
Lungs rising for another inhale of

Death in the wind, cremating the pale
Insides that fall with ash in dusty wars
And windows shattering along hands of
Night rattling for each hope breathing
Sculptures of peace in two to break

As their young souls first did after their
Birth by brittle air and false lullabies through
Punishing fights and sweet songs sung
Along bruises and the bottle held tight,
Bleeding out another memory from the temple

Of when they loved until the finish or the
Winning wonders that were never lost before
Time could crawl in the utter darkness
Traveling from their cranium to their tailbone,
Stretching their boundaries forcefully,
Yet never knowing that their love was everlasting

Through sepid flesh and falling skin, shedding
Flames hotter than the beating, breathing
Earth that avoids all acknowledgements
For the wrongs made and mistakes made
Because honest life is only lifted by hands
Of humble light that weaves together eternally.