day skies were green
night skies
were hot-kaleidoscope-orgasms
we said together we’d love forever
because a day without loving
would be a day of certain misery
that we would never choose to wake to
I’ve lived twenty-years of days since then
all ones we said we’d never choose
& I have no idea
if they are miserable for you
I only know that there are still dark mornings
when I can feel a warm vibration
of you whispering words
into my ear
I wake quickly
alone & imagine
our aged bodies
dangling like slivers of driftwood
from two beaded nooses
in this dreamcatcher
above my headboard
About Victor Clevenger:
When not traveling highways across America, Victor Clevenger spends his days in a Madhouse and his nights writing poetry. Selected pieces of his work have appeared in print magazines and journals around the world, as well as at a variety of places online. In 2017, Victor was nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology, as well as a Pushcart Prize. His most recent published collections of poetry include A Finger in the Hornets’ Nest (Red Flag Poetry, 2018) and On The Tip Of Our Tongues (Analog Submission Press, 2018)
"...dangling like slivers of driftwood..." Nice, I dig it.
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