And you never told me if you believed me.

Both giving the other
more reasons to question

a fate
set in sand.

A landscape of flesh
And your static halo
And my unfortunate mind

The sun had already set.

choking back guilt

You should've been severed
Instead-

Tangled in a net
of blackened hair

A breeze hollowing
the body above.

Tumultuous sprays of foam
waltz across the tie dyed sky.
Afternoons spent wandering
the nearby unknowns.
Eventually the shroud unfurled
and offered a sliver of reality.
Lifting the head
from a downward gaze.
Glad to be content
with one's own thoughts.
Though nearing an end
your signs and symbols were cursed.
But I say to you:

Wax and wane,
come and go,
the moon, the tides
they've all been named.

Crude and sweet,
raw sugar.

My fingertips are peeling
where they touched your skin.
Is it wrong to find comfort in the living?
To hide away in a moving pulse?
The only salt you've spilled
is for yourself.
And I'm in love with everyone else.
This is our dilemma.

Repenting past lives
confirming aching anxieties
these tarnished memories
are beginning to stir.
Their perfumed ashes
choking out
asphyxiating
dulling the senses.
When a leaf departs
and lands amongst the others
it is futile to attempt
to reattach it to a tree.