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Every night I walk to your apartment
On the sidewalks canopied by arched willow branches
Stars peek through the limbless gaps
Copping glances at my heart’s desires
Crossing Sixth Street
I am greeted by the same manx alley cat
Rubbing my leg once
And vanishing into the night
An old rose bush hangs over a rusty fence
Iron and stem spiral upward
To an explosion of blooms
Soaking up moon rays while she is on the rise
I hastily rush in
Grabbing a handful of thorns
Blood twists down the brown spindles
And soaks the sidewalk red
I pull out my knife
Flip open the blade
Take a dozen
Leave a few
The cocking of a shotgun
Makes me run
My fears are quickly set to rest
By the burgundy blooms staring up at me
But the petals wilt with every step
I can’t hold them together
Every time I try
I only make it worse
I am knocking on your door
Fistful of nothing
All I have to offer
Is this foolish man’s heart
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Hmmm.. you have a different style. i feel like you fused two different styles and ended up with this. there's a classic feel to this yet it's laced with contemporariness. this is definitely different. im still getting used to it (like eating century eggs..you acquire a taste for it). i like that it's different. even the pacing and the rhythm.. hahah. sorry, im rambling. but yeah.. this was a refreshing read. thanks for sharing.
this was sincere. quite a gem really. first two stanzas and last two stanzas were perfect in sentiment and the title caught me immediately (after all, that is why we here on the site are compelled to read)
Just a couple of typos which perhaps you didnt pick up when writing this spontaneously -
And vanishing [in]to the night
To an (not 'and') explosion of blooms
But the petals (instead of 'pedals') wilt with every step
cheers for this.. just a couple of things to fix up.
