Broken heart, eh? Good write, I'm going to go stanza by stanza to address the emotion--but i agree with the PP, it could probably be extended. Though, in my personal opinion, rather have a short good poem than a long bad one, so I wouldn't add anything you were uncomfortable with.
"I once spoke of a sludge beneath our feet
where our skin groped in eccentric ways
to feel each other."
To be honest, this was a bit confusing for me. The first line sets the poem up in such a way that it made me think that the skin of your feet was trying to grope your lover's. Muddy footsie? But so earthen in it's beauty.
Somewhere beneath the dirt and moist
a mosaic of flowers rived from stellar words
filthy as love gilded with hope.
Did you know that moist is one of the top hated words? So, your use of this word that I've been told is such an unsophisticated word was so shockingly refreshing. And well-done on that key phrase, 'filthy as love gilded with hope', how beautifully cynical.
And I, elevated on wonder itself thought it was
a burning coal inside our hearts but it was just a drizzle
along with our muddy footprints.
Nit-pick! You didn't finish out your commas! 'And I, elevated on wonder itself,'
But other than that a great ending stanza. The fire always goes out, always. I know that's depressing, but ces't la vie. "Just a drizzle", huh?
Beautiful work. Sorry for the almost-incoherent ramblings.