Source:
Adults
Author:
Stuart Johnson
Title:
Teethmarks
I remember the peaceful delirium Of rising, swooping, soaring
Through the hazy Niagara air
Relentless, twirling blades above me The merciless, thundering falls below Crashing foamy white maelstroms
I remember thinking to myself There can be no-one out there That could match this wonder of nature That could drown your orientation That could wash you out to oblivion With such rampaging velocity But I had no clue that Fate was scheming And had perched you on the approaching horizon Liked a cursed figurine on a mantelpiece
Ready to ensnare me with those dark and pretty eyes Short black rock chick hair and curved Italian smile We met, we acknowledged and we talked Could not have foreseen we'd grow so close So close and yet so far That I'd draw such envious glances In bars and clubs filled with the blend of smoke and testosterone Those Saturday night male egos would never know That you and I were not to be That you were the merciless thundering falls That I was sealed inside a barrel, floating towards the edge Unable to swim away from the foaming precipice And on drunken taxi rides home You'd rest your head on my shoulder You'd tell the driver I was the brother you'd never had And I knew then, I knew that it was over
And I knew then that it had never begun Four years on, unannounced and uninvited You invade my sleep, trespass in my dreams I rise and swoop above you As you rage and crash below And all I have are teethmarks I wear your teethmarks on my heart
I wear them on my soul Invisible Slow to heal
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