Whole
Whose arms can I die in?
Allow me to stare in your eyes and see the moon.
Raise your hand, sweet lover,
And watch my cold heart bloom
Over your delight and glee.
Share with me every moment,
Tell me I can do all things.
I know I can’t…
But lies taste so sweet from the cavern of your lips-
Darling, give me false hope;
I want to feel twice as big,
Four times as strong,
And light as a leaf during fall.
I tiptoe over your words and laugh under my breath
As if I am running from my dark thoughts
Trying ever so hard to not get caught
So please,
Let me die in your arms.
Bring me back to life with your kiss
And with that I can feel
Whole.
Derek Hickman uses poetry as a tool to explore complex emotion, as well as the human condition. Drawing inspiration from the environment and bringing life to a page.