drops of jupiter

molten threads of gold

you were sleeping beauty, delicate life blown into you each day by the sun's soft and mellifluous morning kisses—until the pusillanimous moon decided you belonged to him (the faint-hearted) instead.

i enshroud my face in the milk of the sunflower, emanating with skin the same burnt hue as the sun goddess, her ruptured embers wedged between the gaps in my teeth.

watery silk sails down my pottery body spun by the finger tips of my first lover and forthwith, i sense the ghost of your glacial touch. each dead petal dipped into the velvety lake carries away the obliterated memories of you in an effulgent swirl before i flush.

i'm bleeding out—why did you leave so soon? is there some place else that's better for you?