english gothic
june came when the sky burst open
seeping in like painted blue angel eyes
july was lost on me: london by moonlight
i came to visit you by train early next morning
dawn crept upon me through veils of gold
there must have been something most tragic about her
look there, a little girl in a white cotton sundress
burning tiger lilies in her arms
selling fallen pieces of heaven by the train tracks
eyes, blue-gray, looking to nothing—everything
in the distance: hair, black as the air at night
danced in the wind with the passing train
august was obscure, covered in rain
my eyes were closed;
'ophelia, ophelia' words, half spoken and broken
stinging into you
opened the door when the bell rang
'hold on tight, darling, won't you just hold on tight'
time was foolish, forsaking me in your doorway
august was cruel when the sky imploded
(the land desolate, darkened, damaged)
summer lay marred on your bedroom sheets
songs fell from your lips into sunsets;
daybreak
you smelt like sea foam and tasted of stained glass
broken
shored against my ruins—sanguine—an afterthought
i ended there and began once more, time passed me by
they tell me that goodbye is the saddest word
(falling in love with melpomene)
