{"id":70,"date":"2024-09-09T13:44:21","date_gmt":"2024-09-09T13:44:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=70"},"modified":"2024-09-09T13:45:09","modified_gmt":"2024-09-09T13:45:09","slug":"they-who-bloom-at-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"they who bloom at night"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the night the rain smelled like nightshade<br>like a man coming home from war<br>I laid my head on your chest<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">that is to say I weighed my thoughts of self betrayal<br>against your dancing heart<br>to see if our love was a wound we shared<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">or if I waltzed alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">throwing myself against your skin<br>like the rain on the glass<br>by which we once counted the hours we had spent apart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">when I could have just thrown stones<br>something that would bruise<br>have left some part of me with you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">to weigh heavier than the last feather<br>an angel could have bartered with<br>in hopes to stay the hand beckoning them to fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but as I moored that sinking ship<br>somewhere in the hills<br>where the moon had split in two<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the radio mumbled a song<br>that we&#8217;d forgotten the words to<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">about a man marooned<br>in the blue between midnights<br>never again to depart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and right then I knew<br>we who bloom at night<br>play no part in dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">because someday<br>love<br>our scar in time<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">will call us home at last<br>from the hindsight tides<br>of unlived pasts<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and see itself unmasked<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">never to depart again<br>from our dancing hearts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Artwork: They Who Bloom At Night, By Ben Heart and L.V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":39,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,4],"tags":[8],"class_list":["post-70","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love-poems","category-poetry","tag-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=70"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions\/72"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/39"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=70"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=70"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=70"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}