It was heartbreaking and romantic all at once --
An eloquent chandelier come crashing down.
Every shard -- pressed to my skin -- a beautiful ache,
A welcoming pain.
I thought --
How could someone know me so well?
To know how I --
Physically feel.
You can't feel me.
You can't be my flesh.
I thought it was I who wandered through your museum of a mind.
And yet --
It was you -- who melted into my every nook and corner --
My shell -- an obsidion cave --
An archaeologist with a Quill
Or an artist? I wonder --
Scraped off my essence
Excavated and extracted my soul
Like a flower --
To mix your paint with
And create such a work of art?
How did you do that?
To know I could feel everything, despite every intangible touch?
Always connected through something --
Woven words
A mystical muse
A Kiss to a King's Spade
All the ways in which you poison me.
Intoxicated -- irrecoverable -- all from one kiss; one gaze; one word.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
