for years I have felt of stone
pale, grey-veined marble untouched by bare hands
separated by barriers tangible and otherwise
my skin was lusting for the heat of humanity
I missed you the way a stillborn misses the intake of breath
until the day you invited me into your bed and
took a chisel to my heart and head
these cracks run deep
you can be found in the magma below my belly button
the pure pumice coming from between my lips
I may have jagged ridges with the power to cut
because I am viscous yet
may you dance through these fractures like water and soften my edges
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
for years I have felt of stone
pale, grey-veined marble untouched by bare hands
separated by barriers tangible and otherwise
my skin was lusting for the heat of humanity
I missed you the way a stillborn misses the intake of breath
until the day you invited me into your bed and
took a chisel to my heart and head
these cracks run deep
you can be found in the magma below my belly button
the pure pumice coming from between my lips
I may have jagged ridges with the power to cut
because I am viscous yet
may you dance through these fractures like water and soften my edges
I think I might be falling in love
(((virgo marmoreal: a girl made of marble)))
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