we sit under the meagre infinite,
and count on earthly vows
the kingdom is dark and the wind is stale,
its a fortune of smiles bestowed
we gaze up at the sky,
like thumbprints cursed in love,
fingers hand in hand,
a solo song on a bilingual bird
me, pouring out my grey,
the abyss that pulls me under,
you, nodding in unison,
and breaking my pain,
into tiny shards of wonder
this moment is complete,
in all of its endings,
no repressed hunger
and no bittersweet incentives
slowly, dawn sets,
into coloured palettes of snow,
the night is dead as a widow
and the sun etched in human glow
we sit under the meagre infinite,
counting shades in tinted yellows
i stare at the scaffolding underneath,
while you turn my ashes into gold
i love you
YOU ARE READING
• tainted •
Poetryi wonder if there's pride, i wonder, there's remorse my heart's a burning drought, my feet, a broken hose? glass beneath my toenails, are all those tears painted? there's dust behind the veils, or am i just tainted? [poetry] a third eye aesthetic fr...
