h.davis

wednesday's blues​

 

it’s wednesday

and the sun feels icy,

while i feel blue.

 

actually,

deeper than just blue.

 

deeper than blueberries,

my pen’s ink,

or my jacket’s denim.

 

a sorrow longing,

seeping into me like virulent venom.

 

but if you know me,

you know i like the blues.

it’s where my soul aligns, 

coasting with cyan hues.

 

sometimes i feel really lost here,

it’s like –

it’s like my soul lives wherever the blues live.

 

somewhere deep within a realm of human perception,

experienced differently by different people.

 

and just like the blues are conjoined with love,

so am i.

without love, i couldn’t exist.

 

loving is really all i know,

it’s all i show.

 

i want my love to stain you,

like red wine

on white bed sheets.

 

soak up and absorb me.

quickly.

toughly.

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trace your fingers against my skin,

kiss and suck my neck,

forcefully.

 

i’m passionate,

and like my suffering to be sweet.

just don’t make me look into your eyes,

because that’s where my blues reside.

 

a window to my soul,

granting you control.

 

control of my heart,

that beats in tandem with yours.

 

it’s wednesday

and the sun feels icy,

while i feel blue.

 

because i realized

i have fallen so deeply 

and madly in love

with you.

 

. . . now what do i do?

 

h.davis