Spring

The darkness below her lip,
before she opens her mouth,
entices me.
The flicker of her eyelashes,
the crease of her brows
string me up like wires on a board.

I want to find someone new that my heart can chase
as he tears your ghost apart
and i am drenched in your cosmos
the gases, the stars and the dust
all this heat and tears will do me no good
but I cherish it all
like a breakdown shower at midnight
where I find comfort most on the floor of the bathroom.

I find myself jealous of the mic that is able to touch your lips
more than I can
and i run my fingers over the metallic criss cross
of this and that between the lipstick stains
because they may not come back

and the leaves will fall to the grass leaving their mighty home behind
and becoming the earth beneath my feet
which my toes will fall on with abandon
reaching every grove of my body
never to be scrubbed out by a simple bath

it'll always remain a part of me.