Heart soaked and singed in lilac overtones
A tall tale; a castle cloaked in white diamond
An illusion deep enough to move its marble body,

He reaches out to me
But it’s not enough.
It’s too much.

Your red cherry cheek pressed on myth,
On vitality, a story
throbbing, falling, fleeting.
Legs wide, breast open.
I lie naked on blue sheets
And you are here
And you are present
But still I roam for you.

Still sit in boats daylight going further out
And even more

Until I’m lost.