A look, a raising of the eyes, lashes batted, half a smile, the wiping of a lock, the slightest cough, flirtatious traits exaggerated by an impudent desire to remain single. This is the girl in the corner. This is the girl for me.
Fingers entwine like November branches, The chill offering pleasurable release; There’s no benefit to being overly warm. We swish amongst the decadent leaves Raining down in shades of gone: Ah, the bliss of the festering mind. A moment in the meadow is a lifetime on the sea; Translucent waves like polished glass Revealing only an inverse night. The hole looms like a collapsed bed, And I can’t wait to draw the obsidian sheets high. A raven rattles a warning, or a joyful dirge, Flapping wings to dispel the buzzing bats; They’ve already consumed the flies. She bends low like an avalanche Destroying all I’ve ever known, been, seen. I welcome it, her, this unmarked legacy, One colder than my heart. The impossible shades of an afterlife found Embrace this shell and pop out a nutlike soul. And though I wish to scream ‘come back’ She spins a maelstrom, shifting time and tide for me, Only for me, always for me, as she ever has and ever will. For though our cold, cold love is abhorrent to most, The universe has just gained two more stars.
Lost in worlds so far removed From time, and tide, and thought Above the clouds, beneath the sea Floating in-between Preferring views not seen but felt For I am but a man As sand, I’m filtering Through the hourglass, now For each and all to see
There’s less of me now I dissipate daily One emotion at a time Falling from grace Like a rock from a cliff Shards of me crumbling Just crumbling away Less than a person Worse than a ghost Grey eyes dispersing a gloom That permeates this soul
Freedom deserts me I’m no longer myself Walking the high wire In concrete boots Awaiting the plummet Whilst watching birds fly So far and so free Wondering if angels do too I’m less than I was There’s less of me now With never enough to save
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