Corners

You were cookie-cut from pure dreams,
Like clean MDMA
You made my soul-flowers bleed
The scent of gods, decked out in sea pearls
And their favourite cocktail rings,
Fresh from velvet pouches.

I would have let my pupils dilate
For good –
And butterfly-flutter not
Sitting still as an empty shell,
Until my inside-sky rot,

I'd fold up like origami,
Packed tight like a cigarette,
And (un)ready for your heaven.

But I'm in the middle of nowhere
Because I forgot to keep believing in things,
And I'm left with an empty department,
I'm left without a fuel tank to hold
My red petrol in.

You've left me with nothing to give you,
Although I've been wrong for a long
Time,
About those things that concern
Love.