Porta Poems #27
2 min readOct 21, 2022
LOVELY WITHER
when my pastel muse comes in from the rainand i take her coati ask herwhy did you come for meshe winkscleverlyher scent of clove and campfirei consent to her shelterunder her carapace of coral skinhere a place where the neon leavesturn three-quarterslike to a lover behindyet never Falli hear unfelt breezewho summons meno one i believelet me breathe your dreamsdear dour Ecclesiastesman cannot live on newness alonewho was fruitfulwho gave up desirewho suspended judgementwho then tattooed a reminder on his forearmas if it would workyou took the one trip i didn’t want youto go onbecause then i thoughti wouldn’t be ableto go onnot in this weathernot in this city of constant rainthis dreadful pedestal is but a stepi help you upcringe if you mustdemand context for your lusti confess in colordream without doubtit’s you i wantit’s not embarrassingnot nowbecause it doesn’t matterthere must be one who loves mebefore i speakduring and afterbefore these dropsbeat my wingsthe one who knows silenceis a laughing matterto believe there is a different waywhy must i dance aboutconvince persuade assuageturn the pagebring back your selfthe colors the clashyou know what you deserveyou just can’tfigure out what it meansif you diewithout getting itwhat is the first thingthat ever made you feellike you existself love is fucking overratedbut what else you gonna do?when it rainsi open the doorand wait
