before you go to bed
tonight, will you
take stock of me, you
us, ours?
the encroachment
of our ghosts,
their clinking voices
singing into glasses
brimming
with our receding
desires
before you go to bed
tonight, will you
promise, to continue
this ritual even when
I am more fragile
when tomorrows lose
their guarantee, when
I accept finally that, the
etymology of thyroid systems
is as important, as implications
of latin word roots
before you go to bed
tonight, will you
pledge allegiance
to me even
when the moon
will no longer, be errant
branches no longer
fall in bluish tiptoes
through our windows
while we toothless
will chew on a shared
orange, an accumulation
of pips shrivel, will collect in
a bowl, at our bedside
next to a dish with my
new prosthetic smile
before you got to bed
tonight, will you
journal, this night
my love bites, confused
almost a shadow of their
stains, my scarred breasts
the nearly calligraphic abyss
on your chest, quietly formed
like the waning moon exactly
where my head still rests
testament to 10,000 nights
measuring the irreverence of
29 years, meanwhile
I will continue to pick
with my fingers an unceasing
silence into the hairs on your
chest, graying now
in touch still mine
before you go to bed
tonight, will you
recall our stories, retina
received memories
before cataract
sets in, to be cauterized
just for old times’ sake
gather light, into
our eyes, speculate
as we did, brewing coffee
before we box them
into our arthritic
skies, toes twirling
as they will touch
through old socks
cozy, colorful, conciliatory
randomly picked from the
bottom of our closet drawers,
never being pairs again
before you go to bed
tonight, will you
take stock
of the rhythm bristling
within our hearts, near
arrhythmic now, also
of my purple silences
the radio repeating
one last ghazal, in sequence
to your snores, they purr
back and forth, familiar
in their psychedelic
patterns,
ZZZZzzZhkgzzzZ-gkkghhh
ZzzzzzzZZZkrrzzzzzzchhrrr
saying, to me, darling
while you sleep
I am right here, near
come quieten me,
once you exorcise
your
daily burden
into your potions
lotions
motions, emotions
just be careful, dear
don’t trip the edge
before you go to bed
copyright@kashiana
❤ Much love for this imagery!
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oh thank you so very much!
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How I love this poem!
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do you, that does make me so happy – thanks for coming over
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Such a sweet, romantic beautiful poem
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thank you for the sweetness
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