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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