Where Poems Come to Die

periwinkle suns

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Her words would carry melodies

Over the tides at midnight

And though she'd never say it 

She knew 

That you were helpless in the wake 

Of her beauty 

Ivory skin and ink stained lips 

Against a periwinkle sky 

And a soul so bright 

She left a trail of sunlight 

On the path she walked 

And where her footsteps once were 

Trees grew and

Flowers bloomed 

And when she cried 

She silenced oceans 

With the sweet sound of her tears

As they slid down the smooth skin of her cheek 

Past her soft nose 

And beyond her bottom lip 

That was pulled between her teeth 

To the crevice of her collar bone 

Where they pooled 

Into a puddle of salt water

Invisible beneath the seas 

That filled her tub

As she blushed 

And told you that you didn't know what you were talking about 

When you told her she was everything to you 

And though she was wrong about one thing 

She was right about the other

Because you really didn't know what you were talking about 

Not when she looked like that 

Bathing in the morning sunlight 

With such grace 

That Aphrodite herself was struck with awe  

At the wonders of her soul 

And so you smiled 

Because you didn't know what else to do 

But smile and hope she understood 

That if she was the beginning of it all 

You would never wish for it to end 

Not in a thousand lifetimes 

For even then 

You could never grow bored 

Of watching her live 

Thought it meant you could ever afford the same luxur