And it seems I will only see your face behind glass As you turn yourself away from my beckoning Muted like a songbird with a gouged throat and Broken wings - my hands press against the wall and I envision the last time we touched
The shackles on my ankles feel heavier as I imagine eclipsing the space between our bodies The bruised, maroon stripes across my back Swell like a prisoner's garb and bright blood Spills from my mouth; the color of your favorite wine
I know now the world has no room for treachery and I can feel the temptations march beneath my feet As I fall to my knees with a beseeching scream The gods wrap their warm fingers around my limbs Dissolving me back into the mother-earth where One day, I will meld with you again