I miss the solace of your blue and citrine eyes the anxious twist of the zephyrs in my core Stilled near you, Standing in cool shadows beneath an oak— The heart tree your parents Planted when you were born still mewling as white coats pricked your tiny feet The hunger they induced that never quite left you. Still, under your branches I was safe.
I remember the night Lachesis plucked a few more inches From her spool And you wrapped them around your finger Driven by ****** of dread Drew me into your arms, clinging to the spaces between my hips and ribs Whispering into the curve of my neck that if you released me into starlight Erebus would ****** me away from you. And I had not doubted that you loved me But feeling your caged panic I learned the wings of your heart were strong enough to bend mine.
In the dark I am more skittish now Untangling our threads I unraveled the Moirai’s veil. Alone, I am under the crimson eye of too many men Now that I am not The apple of yours. The Graeae glance down from their mountain Holding their eye above an abyss Words I always wanted said are poisoned by unwanted lips. The restless zephyr in my stomach stirs Searching the nearest escape route. And the softer tint of the world has turned hard again.
But you are still the nearest sanctuary And maybe it is selfish To think of you so But I hope I am still the same For you.