carry me home

Can I sleep now?
can I weep now?
for all the things I never said

Dead angels watch silently beyond the veil
in a parallel universe
where you and I were meant to be

Lucifer’s children
fallen from grace
burning on the inside with the poisons we inject

Your blue lips beg to be kissed
as you lie in naked beauty
among the rippling water or a rose red bath

Where you’ve gone I can’t reach you
your bleach blonde strands of hair
slipping through my stained fingers
like sand through our limbs
choked on midnight beach passions

Can I sleep now?
can I weep now?
for all the things I never said

Don’t you know
I’ve been clawing the walls in this drugged out dream
trying to part the plaster to your grave on the other side
six feet under and in the wrong direction

You said no walls could keep us apart
and the ocean was a womb to carry us home
are you among the stars now
staring down your coked-out nose
to my lively prison below?

Can I sleep now, in dreamless suspension
where your face can’t reach me?
Can I weep now, in clear saline tears and survive the wine
of our morbidly maudlin desires?
Will you hear me now, if I whisper all the things I never said
into the deaf worm infested earth
without the ocean to come and carry you home?

© Indie Adams 2013