Love in C Minor
a love letter to someone I wish I grew up with. titular song rec by Cerrone.
Love in C Minor, kaleidoscopic In the dark; grief dances. Blued school tunics upon embroidered hearts Supernature; in the smoke, Panting laughter, a flurry of feet, downstroke And up and up and up and up― You’re going away again, going home. (Breathless bridges, burning, watering dust An empty house, a rebounding mirth―) My Munu, you’re a saxophone’s breath Slackened hands in my red-threaded grip Evaporating rivers, ashened, Autumn sunsets dripping down, pool under (your) crow’s feet― And I’d be a liar if I didn’t cry. (Blood on your face when they pull up the covers Why is there blood on your face? They ask.) A mother, a father, Guru and God― None no more but ever in heart. I keep my hand fastened in bones greyed Under my fingers; you paint Our skeletons red: clean, revived. (It returns me back to your youth, remembered Disco beyond my years, and of lived off lives.) For you, I’ll be a stranger tomorrow, again. Maybe we’d be classmates at St. Helen’s― (All pre-existence but one thread erased.) My love, I hope I’ll be good enough for you to fall this time. A beginning and ever after, You take me visiting the graves Handprints left stargazing over smoothened stone, Love paints our hands red.
18 Jan '24
note: that soul-consuming yearning for your childhood guardian who is dead who you wish you had known and grown up and old with in their time, in their years. alternatively, a love letter (in the very conventional sense) to my super cool grandmother, rest in happiness, my darling <3
note #2: took a whole night and day to write this. filled to the brim with metaphors, layers, triple meaning words and song references. Seriously there are like four 70s music piece references and 3 of them are by Cerrone. Go listen but use headphones for love in c minor.
note #3: I'm aware this is borderline incest so cw for that ig? tbf if I time travelled to the 50s, she's not gonna have any blood relation with me at the time as a child so 🤷 it's a bit of a grey area u see
For a visual of the last stanza—