Forever, almost nonchalantly
crept behind us dragging
“future”, as if a fantastic attired corpse
I nod now to the present
I admit I get afraid
the friends you don’t have
suiting you up like in armor
against new ones, present’s ones
Didn’t you think, when you
met me *and the sky bled*
that you’d somehow fallen after
A brand new kind of love
One that’s been misled
shown dirty roads and unclean beds
on bleeding knees
underneath trap doors
been locked in blue nemophile
religion, that is, attics of it…
Didn’t you
Look up and remember
what happened (when last you opened
a vulnerable hand) to so tired a
wilting imp as me, Didn’t…
Look up, and see the way the stars
came back through the skies
of white marble
blending in by daughters
*darling buds
of Aphrodite’s crimson hair*…
Eternally the sun slipped between
Her strands, searching her fingertips…
and where didn’t you look…
You happened to glance, glass-eyed
and porous, melting inself,
self-assurance
over at me
And in my mellow blonde,
archaic blade of voice said to you,
This is now and
won’t be “this” for long…~
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