I will buy you black dahlias for when you soon return
When the jacks top the pile and the judges adjourn
I'll play you a tune, strum empty air in my theremin
You'll be blushing carnation posy, a flushed melanin
.
I will buy you black kittens for when you can recede
When the auctioneers play their life, into the final bid
I'll slay you a djinn, make xanthene stars disappear
You'll be drowning in silver, and drinking day-old beer
.
I will buy you black shoes for when you jig and show up
When the most futile of molasses spill over the cusp
I'll relay a broken melody, perhaps a lost Liberace score
You'll be avoiding tears on the checkered linoleum floor
.
I will buy you black scarves to keep you arterial blood warm
When the conspiracies falter and gypsies lose their charm
I'll pray you a stale Angelus, and wait for the Lord to rapture
You'll be standing in an open field, await your inevitable capture
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I will buy you black snow for when you finally find your way back home
When I accept the fact you're quiescent, resting under loam and stones
I'll drink my hot eggnog, open presents of shadows, and solemnly remember
You'll be cold and white as winter, just as my soul is in this solitary December.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Oneirology
Poesía♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦