red poppy song

There’s this thing you do with the corner of your mouth, when you need to stem emotion. It almost makes you look like you’re trying not to laugh, but I know better.

I know you pour honey in your whiskey but swallow with a shudder that makes me smile. I know you murmur in your sleep, words I could never catch. I know the taste of your fingers and the heat of your thigh between mine. I know you’ve kept that photo, playing guitar with my feet in your lap and blood red poppies woven along your fretboard as we sang. I know where my copy is, but I don’t look at it anymore. I know I still can’t swallow when I hear your name.

And I know I’ve been trying to wash you off my skin for so many seasons, but your ink has pooled into my pores and seeped down deep. In a certain light, I can still read you on my body.

There’s this thing I do with a tilt of my head, when I’m trying to breathe evenly. It almost makes me look like I’m in control, but you know better.

© bellmusker 2009

red poppy song

bellmusker

Melbourne, Australia

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It’s Hallowe’en this weekend in the northern hemisphere, and Beltaine in the southern. It’s traditionally a time to embrace the darkness, and then release it.

It’s harder than it seems, sometimes.

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