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Natelle Dei Poem
I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best.
But you stared just a little too deep and a little too long and you noticed
Just a little too easily the way all that ice on my heart reflected your silhouette
In crystal prism just a little too beautifully even before we met.
Your fingers leapt. forward. fearfully. and when they grazed my skin
I saw the shock of it sizzle your eyelashes. and you grasped so tight.
Then with out reservation We completely conquered Us.
Breaking down while tearing up.
You kissed my cerulean lips till they blushed. My soul begged you to say my name.
And you called me "Perfection".
The resulting rush. The crush. of gravity into the singularity forming in my chest
And making my eyes sing. This is what it is to LIVE poetically. And not just write it.
This is the sum of Day-mares and Night-dreams that drowned me too many times
Till I tired of choking on lonely while calling it "apathy".
This is what all these people fear and lust and beg for like addicts and whores
Conjugated like fragmented sentences running on forever and tripping on critics.
Let's waltz badly to the sound of familiar hearts screaming in hoarse voices,
Pleading for this kind of Serenity.
Copyright © Natelle Dei | Year Posted 2013
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Natelle Dei Poem
Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.
Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.
The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me
And please darling, Let us never wake.
Copyright © Natelle Dei | Year Posted 2013
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Natelle Dei Poem
"I don't think you're going to make it schweets."
He spoke simple words with profound declaration.
As if he could really see the heaviness of my loneliness and the way the weight of it
Was making fractures. Hair line to the naked eye, but when magnified
They were canyons. And another man's name still reverberates splashed Indian paint
Off the walls. Occasionally causing mudslides, but today, words were an earthquake.
And the avalanche they effected almost crushed me. Almost.
"Almost" is the one word story of my life with no pictures.
I'm an unpublished work of fiction with too many empty pages and a ripped spine.
Because my author never really wanted me. So I'll sit here eternally.
Gathering dust because eventually he might just touch me again.
Mayhaps he'll fill me with his words. Scratching the ivory pages of my skin
With his sharpened pen and I'll grin. Stupidly.
While I bleed out sentences of him forever.
"I don't think you're going to make it schweets."
Copyright © Natelle Dei | Year Posted 2013
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