heaven is aching/

©2022 Michael Raven

i wish it made sense
this plagued inner eye
desert dust devils twisting in
ash thread-clutching black
tumbling me
rag doll & boneless
these headache soulache games
pregnant with rot

resolving--
is this
mere mockery
or amethyst shard eyes?
stumblestagger back
into pits perfumed with rosewater
sanguine red bliss
cigarette kiss
whiskey on honeytongue
& this...

give me nightshade mirrors
not arms
to wield pale
give me nightgaunts bone
& ragged steel kiss
heaven is aching
&
i need
pain

2 thoughts on “heaven is aching/

  1. This is about as powerful as it gets. If I’m reading this right it speaks of the line between depression and (for want of a better word) ‘normality’: periods of flay ‘normality’ cry out for the creation/destruction of depression.
    Great poem, Michael.

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