dragonfly, dragonfly, dragonfly.
the sky tastes like amber
with you.
ten thousand years
i waited for you.
you have not changed.
oh, that melancholy, shimmering mosaic
of your wings and eyes
trapped in amber.
chrysalis of stone and jewel
will you be true
when it fractures?
stained by stalactites
tomb of crystal
shimmering blue pools;
in the shadow of earth.
what a relic, what a jewel are you,
and what a fool am i.
dragonfly, dragonfly, dragonfly.
tell me your stories
hum into my ear
like sweet molasses dripping of your mouth;
i seek to know your colors
and your holded soul.
what tragedy is it
as i exhumed you
from the sweet, golden amber
that you shattered
into beautiful pieces
of memory.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
