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What are you waiting for?
There's a sound
and a crevice falling towards me
a vaguely familiar scent
one which I once trusted
one that beckoned
imperceptible to eunichs
untouchable to the pure
cleansing to the lovers.
Dewy flecks on her shoulder
tastes like
strawberries peachwood and mangos
definitely mangos.
Something exotic
without the antagonistic spice
something icy smooth
without the cruel chill.
Something I can hold on my tongue
all day and forget to tire of it.
Someone I can lend an ear to
and never bore.
Something I can hold
and forget to free.
Some place without fear.
Without judgement.
Shady and sanctified.
Disentegrating in dawn's light
sandy sculptures falling apart
at the slightest breeze
the gentlest touch.
Some star to wish upon
but ours has devoured the diamonds
the dark silk and my lucky disappearing coin.
Offering no warmth
only bright, judgmental glare.
Hours
such an unfathomable eternity til my next retreat.
