Meet me by the river, where the rushing water foams against lush green moss and fishes dart between powder grey rocks.
Meet me where time stands still and the ticking of the clock is overrun by the gush of the waves that shimmer.
Meet me in the woods, where scavengers prowl and children scrounge for sticks amongst shroom covered logs.
Where a lover lay in the dirt and wept, a scrape on their knee and a wedding band in one closed fist.
Meet me in the field, laying on the highest hay bale, where the scratching straw poles into my skin and collects into my hair.
Where the moon shines and hums, looking at her daughter and child with love in her eyes. Where we stumble down the stacks, hand in brittle hand.
Meet me when your torch light bounces off my pupils and glows like a halo on my back. When I look like a stained glass window, cracked and holy. When the curve of my hip first with yours.
Meet me when you've forgotten my name, and yours, branded into my skin and bones is old and hot to the touch.
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The woes of a Modern Day Sappho
SpiritualWoes from thou, a book about yours truly and the documents of life's ups and down: the experience from someone broken and lost with a memory to assist. I suffer from many hardships: mental, physical and emotional. I have poor health and many mental...
