My Hero Died Today
my hero died today
a 12 year old boy...
with the dreams you wish you had
and scraped knees
muddied and stained
I gasped like I knew him
knew you as you once were
the king of grassy fields
my crown surrendered to the all powerful
dodge ball star
throne of cardboard fantasy's
played out only in my imagination
your hands now rough
raw, unspoken land decrees
your kingdom has spread
for I am wide open
and cardboard singed to ash
still tickles my back
buried under these sticky sheets
your breath is sweet
sugar daddies tucked in your cheeks
tongue twists and twirls
sucking
my life underwater
surfacing sprinkler wars
rage
as this radiance fades
moon
half blinking eye
lounging
light shadows frown
on creased pillow tops
hair strands litter your face
hide and seek irises wander
barely converging
averting
I know
we were in the same place
...then
a 12 year old boy...
with the dreams you wish you had
and scraped knees
muddied and stained
I gasped like I knew him
knew you as you once were
the king of grassy fields
my crown surrendered to the all powerful
dodge ball star
throne of cardboard fantasy's
played out only in my imagination
your hands now rough
raw, unspoken land decrees
your kingdom has spread
for I am wide open
and cardboard singed to ash
still tickles my back
buried under these sticky sheets
your breath is sweet
sugar daddies tucked in your cheeks
tongue twists and twirls
sucking
my life underwater
surfacing sprinkler wars
rage
as this radiance fades
moon
half blinking eye
lounging
light shadows frown
on creased pillow tops
hair strands litter your face
hide and seek irises wander
barely converging
averting
I know
we were in the same place
...then
Published by Erin Morris
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10 Comments
Post a CommentTrying to make me cry? Beautiful expression.
This one really reaches all of the senses. I enjoyed it.
Well-written.
This is very cool; brings back memories; makes me want to write about playing "King of the Hill"; does anybody else remember this one?
Touching...especially after your summary.
oops...i guess i didn't include a summary..yes it is a bit confusing! Its about falling in lust with a boy when i was young and then finally being able to share and intimate moment with him when we were older...but the dreams and fantasies i'd built up about him over the years didn't quite compare to what was actually there. I hope that helps a bit!
Good poem, is a little confusing but is very touching.
touching piece indeed. well written.
Very touching!
Moving verse!