Mornings
June 17th, 2010 by Olga Rosales
not quite day light yet
shadows
linger
parched lips
fall on thirsty skin
as moon tears
hydrate
hurt
I wait patiently
for the sun
roll over on my phone
hear mountains
collapsing rolling hills
while reading 2 a.m.
text messages
I should have never sent
tried to climb down this tempur pedic
but found myself covered in your ash
swimming in your residue
the tattoo of you moves
from limb to limb
claiming all my territory
and I hide from myself
in Pandora’s box spring
held together
by a duvet fortress
do not lift my head
my eyes will sting
of all the color in my life
all the blessing at my feet
drenched ungrateful sinner
damps 1000 thread counts
sown by missing you
a space
prayer fills quietly
a space
my demons
whimper at the thought of
day-break in
and these prayers
seem to tie my own rope
seem to call on the hangman
of marrow
to take me first
tis loathing
in my blood
for these prayers
choke me
with promise
these prayers
call a sun ray
I’m not ready for
these prayers
pull hope
from ropes I’ve used to hang myself
these prayers
save me
from your dust
win me
from within
cause my moons
to circle galaxies
for a God injection
in my veins
