the curl of your wing drew
me in with the muddy tips
and gilded shafts, no contrast
against a parchment yellow sky
your skin a creamy sand that shone
with the heat of the sun and oceans below
oceans filled with galaxies, for the sky is
ever day and the sea is ever night
you visited me barefoot on paver stone
white clouds of dust between my toes
i could feel you with me always and yet
nary a word was spoken to soothe me
you cradled my head in your hands and
held me close as i sobbed over all i missed
and you pointed to the sky and assured
that the galaxies there were kinder than the sea
as you pulled the copper from your neck
and placed it around mine, i felt the sting of
stardust on my collarbone. it left a scar the size
of my future and you frowned.
the earth below shook.
i felt it in my teeth.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
the curl of your wing drew
me in with the muddy tips
and gilded shafts, no contrast
against a parchment yellow sky
your skin a creamy sand that shone
with the heat of the sun and oceans below
oceans filled with galaxies, for the sky is
ever day and the sea is ever night
you visited me barefoot on paver stone
white clouds of dust between my toes
i could feel you with me always and yet
nary a word was spoken to soothe me
you cradled my head in your hands and
held me close as i sobbed over all i missed
and you pointed to the sky and assured
that the galaxies there were kinder than the sea
as you pulled the copper from your neck
and placed it around mine, i felt the sting of
stardust on my collarbone. it left a scar the size
of my future and you frowned.
the earth below shook.
i felt it in my teeth.
~am i flying too close? sometimes i feel my wings melting
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