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Death's IronyMy gay lover lay dying that evening.Death's Irony by PINK-ROSE14
Ironically, his untimely demise
Would come by the
Hand of prostate cancer.
Yes, a part of his glorious [now rail-thin] body
That gave us both immense pleasure
Would be Death rapping
Upon our bedroom door.
I clutched him tightly to my chest
And kissed his plump lips one last time
Before Death took him away.
Now forever will I
Mourn my gay lover’s
Sand DunesYour lips are chappedSand Dunes by PINK-ROSE14
Anxiety wracks havoc
On the inside of your body,
Toppling over dreams,
Until finally the storm
A shaky set of knees,
Trembling with the aftershocks
Of an earthquake.
Your eyes are open,
But you cannot sea everything.
You can hear the way
The wind whispers
Gently across the shapes
Of your cheekbones.
Feather light and gentle;
A mother’s touch.
Lovely RainEnglish breakfast tea,Lovely Rain by PINK-ROSE14
Two sugars. No honey.
Two over-easy eggs,
With the yokes dripping forth;
Hash browns marred with
A dash of ketchup.
Silver flatware is set delicately
Your china rose teacup
Curls around your hands;
A sleepy cat.
It is raining outside today,
Dripping down windows,
Falling from a drab gray sky.
The bay window at
The back of our house
Is fogged like a shower mirror.
Rain splashes against the car windows
As you absent-mindedly think of me.
You always knew exactly
How I took my coffee,
Without me having to tell you.
Earl Gray tea,
A dash of honey
To soften the bite of caffeine.
Toast instead of hash browns.
The flatware has become tarnished.
I no longer sip my tea
From a china tea cup painted with roses.
Rain falls harder
So I do not hear your call.
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|This is a poem that I wrote recently. I am quite proud of it.|
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the science of us.you told me once that a strike of lightningthe science of us. by TheAstrologist
is five times hotter than the surface of the sun.
and so if i am the sky
then you are the storm,
flawlessly constructed and
elaborately designed to strike me
when i'm broken.
except lightning never strikes
the same place twice,
and your fist has struck
the flesh above my cheekbone
more times than i can count.
"the earth is number two,
and heaven is number three,"
you told me once, as you slipped
your hand beneath my skirt.
your other hand was on the wheel,
guiding us through the storm.
"—because the earth was created first,"
you would tell me,
although i didn't want
to believe it.
"heaven was just an afterthought."
your hand was warm,
and your touch was electric.
i did nothing as you caressed
my inner thigh, and i stood still
as you reached for more.
i allowed you.
i had no choice.
the rain fell on the windshield
like a map of confused roads
and i thought quietly to myself
as our silence burned the bridges.
the astrologists.there was a boy i once knew.the astrologists. by TheAstrologist
He used to teach me about the universe—
how planets are actually small atoms that
make up galaxies, and how the stars we see
are really just particles that make up infinity.
He taught me the forgotten history behind the stars,
and how they were so much more
than just flaming orbs of gas.
"The stars were once worlds,"
he would tell me.
"They once were planets,
and now that's all they have left to be."
there was a boy i once knew,
and he used to teach me about Fiddler's Green
and Spaceship Earth. He told me what to say
to a person who's dying, and why astrologists
are the people to go to when you can't find your way.
"The astrologists were once mages,"
he would tell me, his wings
itching to be free.
"They once were lovers,
and now that's all they have left to be."
He used to talk for hours about what
he imagined it felt like to be reincarnated,
and why you feel most alive when you're
almost dead. He used