I write this poem a while back. It sounds weird when i say it like this, but it's about two elderly lesbians. One of them is in hospital and the other one is speaking to her by her bed, remembering a special time they shared. Any suggestions, ideas, criticisms are welcome, no matter how cruel lol :]
There was sunshine, remember?
Cherry lips on a saint
Deep rhythms
Pumping. I could feel it. The pumping.
Smiling sunflowers and daisies
Even too disruptive. Wind blowing, breaking their backs
So awkward
Making them
Disappear.
Do you remember?
There was sunshine
And your essence glowed white
A pinch would puncture the tranquility
You smoothed the skin. Unbelievable.
Your eyes kept locked shut to our sacrilege
Silent expression
So blooming
Yet the moment could not be more embraced
You do no wrong.
[You pressed smoothly across my peach lips
Gave me your cherry kiss
Our fruit ensemble
Hair intertwined, tornado twirls
Nothing but everything captured it.
It
Was only we.
Piano keys and bumble bee’s
There was a willow tree and
Crimson and golden leaves.
An emerald blanket for we
Perhaps. ]
Do you remember?
You were my sunshine
Warming me
Nothing happened practically
But oceans roared
Thunders clapped
Fireworks. Scream. Collapse
In me
We laid dead in the moment
With alive smiles
So close, lips brushing, swaying
This was our silver epiphany
Do you remember?
My heart feels suicidal
The sunflowers and daises lay unthreatened from our perfection
It’s the monotonous beeping, piercing the emotion
It’s the monotonous whites, ripping colour from our practice
Peaches weeping at fractures
Cherries bleeding instead
Just a fruit bowl by a hospital bed
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