Summer Sunder

Summer sunder
Cutting cardboard shadows
Of ones I used to know
Always looking for another
But reliant on the others

Feeling sick at parties
But alone at night
Wanting to find others who’d care
For verbal dances
And cynical kisses

Building a castle
Where we’d stay
And turn away those who’d gawk
Twin orange wings
Of two lovely monarchs
-Galwyn

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Slipping

I write the best
In the allure of death
So should you see me slipping
Just know I won’t be stepping down
With a rope around me gripping
-Galwyn

Pie

My world revolves around her
Drawing me to the center
And my fears to the edges
As they are thrown into space

The scent proceeds her
Crisp apples snapping in the sun
Yet warm and soft
Soaked in sweet ambrosia

Her silk bed of cinnamon
Brown and lucious
Pooling around me
Spicy, yet budding so calm on my tongue

Next is vanilla cream
Heavy, but not crushing
A sheet pulled over a sleeping face
Incubative moments for dreams

Yet who needs dreams
When the word revolves for you
And as it spins
The scent is spread
To every corner of your desire

A subtly sour taste of green apple
Herbal nuance warms your throat
The flavor of love always changes
But tonight is for her
The warm apple pie
Donning the cold sweetness
Of sugary snow
-Galwyn

Virgin

Virgin
Idealistic or inept
Revolting or reject
Both sides of the rusted coin
Once valued
Now worthless

Your heart seems to exist proper
Yet the world tells you off
You’re the sum of your conquests
Impaling enemies
Into tenuous friends

But love is the true conversion
Of strangers into peers
Yet love was killed so long ago
For yourself
Before another

My name is tarnished
Yet my weapon unrusted
Held tight to my side
Awaiting a reason to strike
Rather than the first opening
-Galwyn

Reflection

I grew up
Shouldered the weight of adolescence
Took a look in the mirror
And saw myself

Eyes between the toothpaste stains
Looking back tired
Sunken and strained
Wanting to retreat back into my skull
But frightened of the fuming mind

Skin speckled with worry
Sweaty nightmares and healthless eating
Hair loose from baseless stress
Save for the lashes
Well watered plants

I turned myself ugly
Chasing the elusive beauty
Of what it means to know my reflection
Only to find out
That I’d wish it were gone
It certainly wishes the same
-Galwyn

Rachels

There have been many along the way
And in them I’ve found all flavors of love
If some invisible hand guides me
Then it is soft,
And warm,
And is called Rachel

First, she was a child
With long blonde hair
Sharp canines and warm sunny smiles
She made me happy
And turned those years gold as her hair

Second, she was a girl
Still steps from womanhood
With dark hair and silver tongue
I was victim to clunky adolescence
Yet when I spoke
She made me feel like I was shining too

Third, she was a muse
No longer just a kind girl
But a model for what comes next
Her sunny smiles
And silver tongue
Were simply the mechanisms
For wise words
And pure actions
My brief brush with her
Sent me spiraling forward
To places I never thought I’d be
And as I go there,
Truly alone this time,
Through flames and cantos
I’d be much more lonesome
Had it not been for Rachel
-Galwyn

Dates

As time goes by
The bitterness fades from old memories
While they ripen sweetly
And shrink to a palatable meal
A simple treat
Dried of total context or emotion
All these times and places
All these dates

The moon was likely nice that night
When I sat beside her on dirt
The memory is sweet now
And the feeling was clear now
The intoxicating flavor of love
Too young were either of us to know

Yet as I swallow this reality
I wonder if perhaps
I feel the rough tingle in my throat
The seeds of truth
A bitter verity lost long ago

Perhaps, really
The moon was black
Our hearts were closed
And the only thing shared that night
Was the prickling of the pine needles
Sappy and irratative
Not unlike myself
-Galwyn

One-Sided

The paper sits on the desk
Two faces never to meet
One left to the dark
And one left bleached

No folding can bring the other into view
I was one side
Another,
Was you

Harder we pushed
So our thoughts could be seen
While the valleys were deep
All their edges looked clean

I know you are there
When tears fall to the leaf
In places left blank
Your color shows, albeit brief

One sided words
Ones we give which no one takes
So we tear this to pieces
To see what bleeds through the flakes
-Galwyn