One day it will bleed from me.
Like a stuck orange blindsided
left to pucker and shrivel
under the live weight of sunshine.
Trembling like a boy on prom night
underwire slipping through thumbs
causing a lone, blind spectacle
Just wanting. Never having.
Taking a quick empty drink
from the cold pool of Tanthalas
ev`ry time my eyes dare to
dance with her unrepentant sway.
The stars spoke to me last night.
Told me the day would never come.
So I plucked them from the sky.
Out of spite I cast them aside.
Their chattering laughter fades.
as they clatter like loaded dice
I wait for new days with no name.
Shamed by the altars I've made.