Escaping The Empty Earth

Tensions high,

like broken kite strings,

reaching further away,

escaping the empty earth

in your arms.

 

Creeping chatter,

pouring inky letters,

in runny messes

all over my hands,

feeling bruised by you;

the sting, the slap

as leaking words

drip drip drip

from your mouth,

the broken tap.

 

I’m tired.

I’m so tired of hearing

soft

whispered yearnings

scratching the back of your throat.

Desperation, loneliness?

You beg with the croon in your tone,

you play along like the gentle little

sweetling,

a songful, humming love,

all warm in cupped hands.

 

In all this time,

this achingly long time

I’ve played as your neat little trick;

the showman’s trusty pet,

small dove flying

as soon and only when you release me.

String caught up around my waist,

I’ll never fly too far.

 

As I walked away,

that night with the moon trailing my form,

and pooling in pillows cradled in my soft footsteps,

you watched my back

stretch lean and tall and

stand

away from you.

You looked back,

it was the moon shifting through my hair,

when I turned to notice

a head shake,

a blink in the empty settling air you left behind.

 

….Drip….drip….drip,

you leak all those notions I wished you

would one day say,

those heart-melting flatteries,

desirable admissions,

I’m the only one you want,

to keep you satisfied,

keep you going and touching and loving

and exploring and breaking,

until your other girl comes home.

You ask and plead and return,

lapping and licking in my arms,

wanting my form so bad again;

you cry for all the fun in the world,

but this time, it just can’t.

 

You’re just my broken tap.

You’d need to stop dripping dirty water one day.

You’d need to stop echoing around me at night,

cradling myself to keep my strength enough

to say no to what I wanted and got for so long.

 

But you’re just my delicate and lovely broken tap.

I’ll always love you somehow, and feel so dangerous,

intoxicating and breathtaking

as you made me so.

You showed me so.

But I can’t wait for you to cease on your own.

Pull me round with you, wait for you,

tossed like an empty drink because of you.

 

Maybe

I just need to let you

let me go.

Like I cried to let you go first.

 

*Photography unknown*

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