Blanketed

[seren]

Did you call me by my name,
Description too plain?
Did you clench your handsome
Fists at your sides and
Howl at the moon, barking
For me to ache in your palm?
Because, if you did, then
I ached in chest, longing
For your touch.

Do you still need me with
You to break your spirit?
Do you still love me like
I do? Do you still love
Me—I don't believe you.

Somewhere ages ago in curry-laden
Heaven, you furrowed your brows
And flapped your faerie wings,
Leaving a legacy of pixie dust.
But you left me to your trust.

If you go, you should deny
That we ever shared anything
Unconventional. But you
Were always stationary.
Spread your feathers out
And buzz past my scalp
Like a dragonfly with target.

Do you still miss me when
You prepare to jump?
Do you still love me like
You did when I was born
Here—I don't know your name.

Don't hold anybody back.
Don't pretend to feel
What can't be bought
From any commercial store.

Queen in stress, damsel
In undress, I plea and
I plea—and I'm down
On all fours—and it
Does me no good.
Sing your web weaved
From silky tears and irony.

Your hold is unresponsive,
Like unformed water.
You leave me to myself,
And I know you're not
Here—I don't know what
To do. Are you home?
Can I stay for a while?
Don't close the doors.
I'm burning up.
What's your name?

(C) Seren / Little Voodoo Dolly Industries