stonekissed and mudworthy


i was there
sweltering in the midst of summer heat
hoping to find you
scattered about the meadows
enchanted dewdrops etching their tides into your brow
i had lost that which i had held so dear
that which i had held too close to my heart
too close to the fire
and scarred for life with nth-degree burns
a soul i’d no longer cherished so
i searched for a way out
from this manifest destiny
the insolent beauty i had become more fond of
as the eight-o’clock sun steadily grew darker and dimmer in the horizon
with each passing minute
i felt the aging of my soul
intensify
burdening my youth
i searched for an aperture
a gateway to the starlight-inspired visions
i used to dream of you
every waking moment
i lived a life that was not my own
your imperious beauty commanded my attention
from dawn til dusk
i was there
branded an ironfist of enigma
embodied in my own self-delusion
my own whims of the eternal
i knew that only your face could bleed my eyes dry
i knew that only your love could turn them to water
but what was not meant to be
save a few bitter fragments
of a broken heart
i pushed forth into for so long
that something in you was apt to give
but it all had ended as it was within fate’s power to do as such
it was in your power to do as you pleased
all the same, the moisture of my teardrops
made earth into clay
when i kissed the ground beneath your feet
until it turned to the stone that congealed my lips
and in blasphemy to my bliss
i turned away from you and wept softly
for what seemed like an eternity
before the summer’s end
until i gently cried myself to sleep




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