Live and let tell

“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.”

 

And then let me weave a tapestry

from those very words and show you cities

with golden temples, disappearing skylines

and naiads bathing in flowers. 

Let me tell you a story of ignorance –

of blissful wildfulness to love ourselves

to destruction. Let me ruin you. 

To the point nothing tastes the same,

and bitterness feels like crushed velvet.

Tell me you love me in spite of yourself. 

Tell me how all this is transient, is fleeting.

And then let me weave a tapestry

with our very limbs and show you meadows

burnished in silver light, pools of tears

and Morpheus’ heavy lidded eyes.

Let me sing you to sleep. Let me ruin

what it means to be me.

 

“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.”

 


 

The line in italics is from Richard Siken’s poem, Scheherazade.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

https://linktr.ee/KristianaReed

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