Rarishy Poems

summer warmth
melting
inside me
a wax frame and mind
barely able to
hoist
and stand,
struts to support the
weight
of a heart like this.

sweet,
sugary blood
hypnotic
filling up
and spilling over,
led from their chambers
to
tear ducts
rotten and salty.

a daily routine.

the pleasure
then the pain.

a single wax figure

the
flowers
outside
were blooming
sweet,
sugary
hypnotic

the flowers
inside
were
still waiting.

still waiting
for
something else

I'm no gardener, my love,
and my pail is
empty of water but
I have a lot of
time
on my hooves
and
more than enough
blood
left to give.

You will bloom, in time.

You will bloom.

Un

con

ditionally.