miyako73
04-09-2012, 07:26 PM
Is that you?
I smell sulfur breathings
entering my nostrils
like the scent of orange peels
I welcome in excitement.
I hear the weight of your heels
shaking the wooden floor
that still hides the burns
of your pipes and cigarettes.
It is you.
I feel the rare chill of summer
like ice crushed into tiny pieces
on my pale, untouched skin
still recuperating from fear.
I see the door knob turning
as if you want to enter
through the padlocked door
that nobody can ever break.
It is really you.
I taste the sweetest air
amid the stench of my laundry
and unmade sheets and pillows
comforting my cold nape.
I think of you, of us
as if the thornless roses
in the garden of weeds
are still alive and blooming
after the bees sting their last.
Is that really you?
I smell sulfur breathings
entering my nostrils
like the scent of orange peels
I welcome in excitement.
I hear the weight of your heels
shaking the wooden floor
that still hides the burns
of your pipes and cigarettes.
It is you.
I feel the rare chill of summer
like ice crushed into tiny pieces
on my pale, untouched skin
still recuperating from fear.
I see the door knob turning
as if you want to enter
through the padlocked door
that nobody can ever break.
It is really you.
I taste the sweetest air
amid the stench of my laundry
and unmade sheets and pillows
comforting my cold nape.
I think of you, of us
as if the thornless roses
in the garden of weeds
are still alive and blooming
after the bees sting their last.
Is that really you?