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Under Your Bed

by Nicole Lyons

I have loved as I have never been loved,
and in loving as I have never been,
I have held the hands of gods
and laid weeping before the closed fists
of disappointment dripping with my own blood
and barely skimming forgiveness.
Perhaps it will come to me,
this love, a love, beneath your bed,
behind the curtains or under you mother
and her Sunday night dinner,
the one I was invited to
before the devil tickled my back
and your angels scorched my belly.
I wear these marks well,
my kisses from heaven
and my brushes with hell,
yet here I am on my knees again,
looking for the love you dropped under your bed.
I know it’s here somewhere,
amongst the monsters and the memories,
making friends with the lonely socks
missing their mates, and reaching
inside the crumpled wrappers,
the pink ones that burst the stars
upon your tongue before he broke the door down
and taught you all the ways you should never love.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

8 thoughts on “Under Your Bed”

  1. WOW!

    On Mon, Nov 13, 2017 at 6:39 PM, The Lithium Chronicles wrote:

    > Nicole Lyons posted: “I have loved as I have never been loved, and in > loving as I have never been, I have held the hands of gods and laid weeping > before the closed fists of disappointment dripping with my own blood and > barely skimming forgiveness. Perhaps it will come to me, t” >

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