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Oliver Mason Poem
In all honesty,
I never learned your name.
I didn’t need to;
The look in your eyes is your name
Like fireflies, they twinkle and glimmer your name
A name I love saying
The way you stare at me
It’s like I’m the color yellow,
And I’m painting away the grey of your world
That’s what you tell me
As my head rests in the crook of your neck, and your fingers trail up the bare of my hip
You’re yellow, and sunshine to me you say
And I’m grey like a pebble, soaking up your rays
I laugh
But grey is my favorite color I tell you
It’s the color of the skies on the days I’m tucked in your arms, because its too cold and wet to go outside
It’s the color of my favorite blanket that I keep under my bed
Its only for special occasions
When I need to cry and shake and let the dreams of the night know I’m not okay
You’re not just for special occasions though
You’re for every occasion. Every fight, every dance,
Every laugh with my head thrown back and my fingers tightening around you for purchase because laughing with you is like an orgasm, it breaks me, it builds me, it loves me
Even when you’re not here
I still think of you
I sit you beside me, and tell you thoughts, even when reality speeds around us, and you’re not really there
Even now I can sit you beside me
And trace the figures of your love with my eyes
Black hair, straight and deep. Sometimes short, sometimes long; I can’t choose, you’re beautiful either way
Brown eyes, deep like the dirt flowers and dreams can only sprout in, that burn like the hearts of spinning stars
Tall, and I hate it, but you always use it to your advantage to capture me tight
I lied
I love it
Long fingers, and you pluck secrets and whimpers from me like notes from a harp
God, I love them
God, I crave them
You’re my all dreams bundled into one, my opposite, my piece of the puzzle, my favorite melody, my infinite addiction
I can’t live without you
A day that goes by without you is another breath stolen from my lungs but what can I do because you’re not even real
Like Pygmalion, I’ve fallen in love with my own mind’s tortured creation and now I can love no one but you
I can stare at no one but you, and when the night falls, I can go to no one but you
To Orsino, how can you say women can’t love like men?
I’ve fallen in love with a woman and now I’m dead.
September 25, 2018
Copyright © Oliver Mason | Year Posted 2018
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your cheeks flush
blooming red of a spring strawberry’s blossom against your soft golden glow
my hands press to my lips and i let out a sharp gasp
oh prince, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and you are the sun!
my love as you breath a soft sweet breath your eyes flutter and shift
and oh, your your lips like the barest touch of the wind’s whisper as it passes
i hide the tips of my fingers ‘neath my thighs
they are vengeful little sprites and i must contain them, lest they disturb your quiet night
oh fairest king, i envy your peace
there’s a rolling in my stomach and a sharpness in my chest, i am begging to adorn you with jewels of my precious love but i must be kind, i would hate if you woke me so
oh prince oh king oh god upon gods the moon warns me so and the sky she tells me no
but my fingers, they beg me for respite and not to hold them in spite just one night one tiny little slight
and oh how must i refuse them when they beg so dearly so i lean forward and with the barest of touch, they follow your cheeks, the line of your nose the shadow of your eyes and a sigh breathes from within me
and your eyes
oh no
they blink open
i’m so sorry, please don’t be mad, please
oh
a giggle passes through your lips
“again? come to bed already silly”
i hide my eyes behind my fingers and fall into your welcoming arms
oh love, oh nymph of the forest, statue in gold, crest of the sun over smiling gaia, burst of bloom across my eyes there’s a love in my chest that springs forth and somehow i can’t seem to control it and as i bath in your arms i relinquish to the steady battle ‘neath my heart.
oh prince, how i love thee
my prince, how i cherish thee
Copyright © Oliver Mason | Year Posted 2019
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and who are you?
who are you, you who i can never understand
never understand how i fell into your eyes so easily.
meaning only to stay by the shore, my foot slipped and plunged into the pool of swirling hazel and green
who are you, strands of golden hair like flaxen wheat, tumbling over your shoulders and down your back, and as the light gleams through this artificial bright, it becomes transfixed by its beauty and catches itself on you, and the air around you shimmers like a rain of diamonds the size of a speck
you who are new and strange, and your voice breaks through the clouds, the piercing grin of your laugh a sharp prick of the needle upon my finger. you who catches my smile and plays with it, dancing beneath the tips of your spinning fingers
like this broken light, who are you, washing over me to find me again, fusing over the light and the dark of the day, my constant companion, my angel of the night, who are you like a cache of hidden whispers, each whom i hold to my chest and beg to keep by my heart
beg like i beg you, who are you who i beg on my knees to let me see, see the break and cracks you keep hidden in folds of your clothes, a hood you wear over your head. i’m begging to love you like you asked but words your lips say and the shapes they form are two different commands and oh how i slump here lost
who are you, who stole the compass that guides me and burned the map i held in my hands, and took me by the hand, and led me off the path but left me there scared. you who are broken and lost and you wish to make me like you and i fall under your hands as you shape my breath to your twisted width
i see you, i know you and i fall to you, to your feet, knees, hips, hands, smooth plane of your stomach, burning embers of eyes, coy smile of lips and i love you, without restraint and reason, even as i shatter apart, even as the tears of my soul spill across the crooked glass floor even as my chest lifts on the invisible string you tug and pull
who are you? letting me love you like this?
Copyright © Oliver Mason | Year Posted 2019
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