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Ryan Lyman Poem
i once heard
of the one
who swallowed the sun
they spoke of it
like it was something bad
something to be feared
yet somehow
something revered
a two-sided coin
a double-edged sword
and so i feared people
who shone so bright
the sun must have lived in their lungs
who had an aura
made of plasma
i ran away
from boys so radiant
they hurt my eyes
i ran away
from girls so aglow
the sky turned yellow
around them
i ran away
until it was just me
alone
in the dark
and then i met her
and i was blinded
by a light so blazing
i would have been foolish
to continue to look her way
but i could not tear my eyes
off her shining skin
fiery cheeks
skin so warm
proof of the life within her
proof of the sun within her
and so i stayed
i touched her skin to mine
let her warm my flesh
allowed her in
my mind told me to run
my heart told me to stay
and so i opened
the space in my chest
so long vacant
cobwebs had formed
i let her in
let her touch me
as i had not been touched in years
a void
a part of me missing
i had not even realized
she made a home
behind my sternum
between my lungs
in every liter of my blood
and i like to think
as i lay beside her at night
that my body
is warmer
than it was
when i met her
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Ryan Lyman Poem
i feel dirty
dirty
like dishes
in the sink
dirty
like forgotten clothes
in the hamper
dirty
like the earth
between your toes
dirty
like my fingernails
after a day’s work
dirty
like the mind
of a high-school boy
dirty
like a twenty-two-year-old man
and his fourteen-year-old “girlfriend”
dirty
like a woman’s skin
soiled by a man she once trusted
dirty
like the feeling in your soul
when a man calls to you on the street
dirty
like how it feels
to be betrayed
dirty
like society
patriarchal, corrupt, hostile
dirty
like our president
arrogant, incompetent, unfit
dirty
like kavanaugh’s conscience
as he sits on the bench
dirty
like the justice system
views abortion
dirty
like the look
a police officer gives a black man
dirty
like a government
that i cannot change
dirty
like humankind
view people like me
dirty
like my grandmother
thinks of me
dirty
like the world
i am expected to raise a child in
i feel dirty
Copyright © Ryan Lyman | Year Posted 2024
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