ivories and rose leaves
I survive nights drenched in my coat filled with your thoughts,
Thoughts of you rained in the scent of a hundred rose leaves,
Ripe ones stronger.
I hurdle to the cotton mattress I have laid above the wooden plane,
I needed to be rescued before this monstrous scent eats me up,
Leaving me naked in front of you, my heart on your plate.
I spray my thoughts on me, old and new memories,
Ivories stinging my past healed heart, showcasing it to the earthly domains.
I laugh a bit–
O, who wouldn’t, such was the irony,
I laugh at my bruised heart, ripped on the white sheet,
Blood staining the tender fabric,
O, but I remain calm,
Maple trees leaf, my new disguise,
For I killed me before anyone could see how my heart had beaten for you.
