Shown

I decrease in this winter worship of you
Nights of dark wine
Stain my lip
You had left your blood on my tongue
I tasted it
And had thought to drink more
My desire beyond the fruit  
In the iron  
 
A skin like  
Delicacy  
The nature of my ways
Taken and broken  
The virgin burst  
Dripped to white sheets  
And was counted
 
I would like to feel like white again
Would dwell in that cerebral cloud
For an eternity  
Would walk  
Bare foot placed with serene forward  
Calm  
The grace of youth  
The mercy of not having to  
 
Remember  
Need  
Want  
Know
 
Have any doubt  
About what one touch  
One taste of you again passing  
My connoisseurs lip
Might do to me
 
The Earth collided and cooled  
In the time it took for you to leave me
 
Minutiae  
Details like hot stones
Linger  
When held in my hand  
Warm calm and its effects
 
But the calx
Of anything worthwhile  
Still dries red  
And owns little residual value
By any apothecaries standards  
Worth his salt  
 
You flake away
Fly into the wind
The scatterings a mess
And leaves only a spirits agent  
To show prophetic map
To nowhere sacred
 
Well hidden under etched statuary  
Of dark wings
And angelic gaze veiled and obscured
Rounded mound holds the body of my faith  
 
But the most of me still exists  
Outside of this  
And roams the red droplets  
Eluding to destination  
A map charted on cotton  
So long ago
And far away
That my memory has become a maze
 
A prized labyrinth  
Of memoria
And nocturnal emissions  
 
I so often wake from my dreams  
spent
 
But my virtue does not lay
Within my dreams
She lies at the feet
Of where you once stood
And spread your arms to shadow me

Your arms hover no longer
Your swing does not fly shade
Like swift ghosts
Across my face
While iron lingers on my tongue

I begin to shake with capability
The woman of me slinks back into my soul
And kisses the forehead of my girlhood