THIS POEM IS *chef's kiss*! It takes my breath away everytime I read it (i suspect you have dropped my jaw to the floor at this point) and I cannot begin to explain just how delightful your poetic voice is.
-> Let's start with some of my favorite bits of imagery!
i want to forget the sound of your ribs shattering on the floor after i dropped them again - hands too full of your slippery glass tears to keep a grip
i am nestled between your heart beats. i am your vocal chords restrung to only say i
JUST <3 gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous.
-> Overall theme of the poem
Obviously, it's centered around a falling relationship, using provocative imagery of body parts and organs as metaphors that explain the downfall of your love.
The repetition of the phrase kiss me clumsy, almost not a kiss at all makes me think that the relationship is not yet over, and still both parties cannot so much as kiss because of the divide that's slowly forging between them.
And of course, the gradual descent from the poet initially living inside their lover's heart (quite literally) to becoming a sentient being that restrings vocal cords and breaks bones is a beautiful way of describing the destruction the poet may have inflicted on their lover.
Personally, I interpret this poem to mean that the poet has idealised their lover so much, particularly their lover's suffering, that they have lost perspective on who their lover is as a whole, separate individual. The fever of their lover warming the poet, as well as the poet wishing to sink back into the lover's chasm, and in turn making their lover fit into the places they carved out -> it makes me think of someone who feels they cannot receive love unless they are fixing someone who is in pain, and instead, inadvertently, breaks all their bones instead, unable to handle their lover with the delicacy they require.
The "to only say i
-> Some thoughts on perspective
This poem is strictly from the POV of the poet, and their wrongdoings.
There is not much mention of what the lover themselves had done, how it is their fault- but this restricted POV works perfectly for this poem.
-> Little details I enjoyed!
clang, clatter, crash
our last love letter
ANNND that's it! All in all, your poem was a dream of a thing to read today (and I have a feeling I'm going to be mulling over it for a while!) Let me know if this review was helpful, and if there's anything I can tweak to make it better! <33333333 much love!