maybe I love you like the way the wolf loves the moon
I call your name and cry for you every night
just to make you hear and notice me
because you’re untouchable
Dressed up in a sparkling gown
Made of white lies and lace dreams
I walked the flowered aisle
To meet the beast with venomed fangs
The very monster that so gently
Kissed my cheeks and held me
When the blackness like tar
Clung to my feet
Screaming is the only language
At the altar I give him
Blood, dirt, and rose petals
The only things I can feel
Beneath my calloused feet
He gives me broken glass
He wishes they were diamonds
You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—
not seeing you serves
the opposite effect,
distance gives over to intimacy.
The wake from a boat. The city anchored
across the river, a series of shadows.
I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.
Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.
Is this what the end
affords—no further use for worry?
It’s getting dark earlier again;
there won’t be many more days as mild as this.
Let’s sit here a little while more.
Guardians of the Galaxy, Issue #7 (2011)
I feel her at 4am
drowned by sunlight
this blue eyed devil
~ Ian Everett
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