Real

I am thinking

of a four letter word

that starts with C

and ends with indifference.

–

Your cold eyes hint

at the assassination of angels.

Those eyes,

full of mirth and mayhem,

which have held me

to your every word and gesture

are startling enough

to incapacitate.

–

At night you pour through

my open window

sinister and feral

like a bespoke moon.

–

You pull off my skin,

the sacred skin,

that keeps my heart

from shedding its scars

and you kiss me

with your weight above

as if I were

a horse or a monument

and I let you do

whatever you want.

–

The birds in my hair

have absconded with my senses.

All that remains

is the chill of a secret

which is too vague to question.

–

You haunt me,

not as a dead thing,

but as the soul haunts the body.

It’s all real.

It’s all real

and I have

the passage of time,

the lotus breath,

and the wax wings

to prove it.

–

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