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.