Courting from afar

Spontaneity is heavy
like wings of metal
only the glimmered
intrigue in her eyes
unfolds feathered
adventures,

she walks with
a thousand demons
love is her
hopeful assassin,

rays of Luna
she waxes to
her jaded heart
my quiet patience
wanes her wet wick,

her hunters moon is full.

Only in the
borough
of her fury,

She fears to sleep
in dying thunder
to waltz with
golden butterflies
she holds lightning close
as a third world uprising,

I won't stop
until she hovers,

I can't fix her
I can only exhume
the Rembrandt
of her ancient
silver smile,

alas
I'm retarded
for I'm lost
in her sunshine,

I slip from her
quilted in the onyx
brigade of her suspicion
only to dream in
the eddies of
her wandered
innocence,

I just want to laugh
tears with her
I just want to cry
giggles.

Until my sunset
I will have her
and I won't have her,

I'll just walk beside her
to die within her void.


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