Green Broken Skies Poem by Kelly Boutin

Close your eyes in the sunlight
hold me when it rains and in the pain
scream so loud that the night life
come awake from their graves
when the desert turns yellow
and the moon's a gibbon's blue
when the cherry blossoms melt away
into the melon dew
we'll slip underneath
we'll fall asleep but we won't dream
the melon skies won't hurt our eyes
as we slice our broken hearts in two
so the misty rain from teal graves
can make our wounds their home
and we'll cover our eyes so the sun doesn't lie
from beneath the gibbon's moon
we'll patch our hearts from the lines
of broken watermelon vines
and use pine needles to sew them up
Oh, you'll give me yours and I'll give mine to you
and we'll use diamonds to break them loose
I'll wear my diamond heart in one ear
as I shed a tear
because the clouds here are always blue
and the sun is so bright that I hurt my eyes
every time I cry for you
Oh, my heart's in the grass of a watermelon patch
overgrown and broken like time
overgrown like the green broken skies.