three love poems by pd lyons originally published by bone orchard poetry

As Long As Its You
When you breathe it is my name.
When you stare,
Your own eyes black pools,
Liquid movements synchronize my own.
Who knows me any better?
Naked throat? Beating heart?
You may heal. You may feed.
Whatever you do, as long as its you.

My ugliness raised in both hands
Almost expecting something from you
And if only I had a gun I woulda’ made you
And hated myself forever for being so desperate
If only I could believe 
Then how easy it would be
Walking away leaving you alone
Free at last to wander endless starry nights I always dream of
Instead I let you
 Tattoo blue around my mouth
  Tell me that I’m privileged

 After Last Call
Puke my guts out in the after last call parking lot
Of the now what am I gonna do
Still hometown married jails unavoided
Lucky having nothing to do with being alive
Benches wrapped in paper, nightmares unelaborate
Just boys with lighter fluid searching for someone sleeping.
originally published by Bone Orchard Poetry feb. 2012
Another publisher i sought out because of their cool name. the editor has been very kind to me over the years and published a fine bunch of my own and other talented poets work. unlike many Bone Orchard is still up and running. as of this writing they are open for submissions :
basically three love poems set in the far off cities of my youth
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