Reverse Gravity

Separating,

Fraying knots worn to the core

I tug, enclose closeness in vowels

Sounds, ounces of earnest returns

Please don’t leave.

            Absence has worn for weeks

            Crept inside silences and

Versed in these ebbs and flows

            Bled on concrete and marble

I silently wept for the turntable

Crushed between two fists

Grasping at time already spent

 Purposefully pulled away.

As it seems, my pleas linger

            Kneeling, reeling

A white lily, resting, kissing heel

Wilting with a crossed step,

            Fondness clinging, a stench wiring

            Round my mind and time

            Once, I needed flowers in my grave

            Until I died.

           

Flew under the weeds of summer

I can breathe in winter death

Kiss the icy blade, a sliver stuck

Slit across my throat

Cold words born in solitude

My petals leak, exhausted

Bent and trembling gray

           

            Risen from the ashes,

            Alive and no longer needing

            I peeled roses and dandelions

            And tossed aside impish lilies

            Released from tarnished strings

            I no longer seek you or need you