Sister of Saturn
I’m sorry truly
A movement awaits me::

You were glued to stereo speakers sweet
I pursued you selfishly
Allowed my fingers to peruse your surface slightly
Like glass napkins
Like shatterproof widows::

I let your tears freefall
You were open
Like caskets of those who die peaceful
Like the smell of air after tragedy::

I skimmed you
Like magazine pages
Set my reflection emblazed in the sky
Like white flags::

See
If I could breathe you,
Let you permeate into my lungs and release like locusts
I might
Spread fire like sharecrops::

I am poet shadowboxing
My words consume me and spit you out
Posthumous
Full blown like hookahs
This life is too much::

I am digital tragedy
Let me live this fear alone
I don’t want to infect you
I swear I’d spoil you rotten to the bone
I’d dye your blood a shade too dark
And maybe even cause you to feel too much::

See
I told you I was bad for you::

Didn’t I warn you I’d leave you
Broken
Gas-faced and trembling
Dismembered foot to mouth
And now I exhale
You curse my name like a harsh winter::

I’m sorry
Baby
You gotta let me revolve::

Your lips quake to the lines of my fault
The phone blares in scattered static over the Atlantic
I don’t want to be that guy
The man that stares back like mannequins through glass displays
Shoulders cloaked in coulda wouldas::

You’re the type to make even poets stutter
So could you blame me
For skipping to your beat and staring away off record::

I pushed away
Love
No pressure::