A staircase
Through this place,
And all the tendrils in between.
Slowly misting away
To condense on the edges,
The fingertips you grazed me with
Like monoliths of this humanity.
Or are they just weapons to stab with?
Drift away
Is what you always said,
It was supposed to fade
Into the air of this frigid night,
So why can I still see it?
This vapor is so enticing
And short lived in its existence,
An effervescent trick of the mind
But I love to play the fool.
So I’ll close my eyes
And drift away
Into this cloud you have made for me;
The precipitation is so cooling
As it wraps around this poor jester
And I am swallowed whole.
When this drifts away
Will you stand by me?
We will condense together,
Into this mist that we always loved.
When this fades away
Will you do so as well?
This staircase is losing its grip
On reality and the corporeal.
So come, let’s climb it before it’s gone.
Let’s jump to the sky
And stay there in slumber,
Never to fade, never to drift.
Two bodies, one cloud.
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Submission Name: Of Clouds And Mist
