the sky was lit with iridescent diamonds,
each sparkling and dancing and smiling just for you
knowing that you would soon join them in their radiant ways.
and the moon, a giant sphere of condensed
pixie dust and mystery,
shone too, straight through to its luminescent core.
i realize as i look back onto that scene again today
that i had merely been an insignificant mirror to your hidden frailties,
that i had paled dimly in comparison to the light of the stars.
what life i had concentrated within
the innermost and deepest ruptures of my carcass flickered manically
before my eyes, ingeniously masquerading as flies of fire.
the sky too was disguised in a blanket of fiery poppies and tangerines,
it's beady, button-laced eyes, watching our every move.
it held the knowledge to whisper our destiny in the wind,
the comprehension to dissuade us
against any of the riddled deceptions which had lead us
into our current misfortunes.
and the long and sweet smelling grasses
which embraced and caressed our bodies in the moonlight
conversed, their voices hidden beneath the pounding of our erratic hearts.
they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each other’s soft skin.
perhaps they speak as i write this letter,
in voices that are lost to ears which have lost their guiding stars.
or perhaps they, having seen great loss, have simply lost
the will or power of speech, as i.
perhaps one day they will find solace and become whole again,
as i have become one with the consoling blackness of night.
signed,
your mirror,
your weakness,
your power,
your disguise.
signed,
your friend, forgotten by
the moon, stars and sky.
your friend, alone and deprived of
your ivory sculpted lips and eyes.
ps: I miss you. I'll see you soon,
and then we both will be nothing more than
button-laced eyes watching from the sky,
nothing more than iridescent diamonds,
insignificant mirrors,
together.
everlastingly.
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That's beautiful
Simply Stunning
oh my.
beautiful.
I'm glad that you liked it (:
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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each other’s soft skin. [link]
Of course!
It was beautiful.
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