victorilessMature

Some free form of old borrowed thoughts.

Too many 
moons
ago
I
met
you.

Where our skin was tight
as the surface of the sun;
golden blend of glitter,
and girl, I'm dark
inside,
but

my fingers were
caught in the car door
as it pulled off.

and

there is fuel
in this engine
greater
than
a
jet
or
a
rocket

you are the 
source of light
in my dreams

diamond blue, brittle 
shards, fingernails
shattered,
drag me far
across the starscream
of space
that empty patch of black
lodged like a thorn 
under the 
ivory pale
of my 
crippled ribs.

I'm just a 
fucking
phantom

I've grown to be
this ghost pulse,
that missing beat 
deep in your heart
and how I will haunt you.

Desperately trying
to make you see
me

It's been several years since 
I could see the future
our spectre shapes
clung like dust motes
in the falling rain of topaz
dripping from the 
patchwork skylight of emerald leaf
a canopy of green.

and celestial, your shape
moons and suns unmade
before us; ghost stars,
black holes in euphoric
fandango.

I borrowed too 
much light
from those 
sunshine strands
and too much blue
from your diamond smile.
 

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