Caelestis
I want
to write you poetry;
about skies, painted with fire,
fingers stained with blood, ink, rust
and the sunlight,
shining like gold, like honey and amber upon your hair
but words are weapons
intended to bruise,
and I am not divine enough
to make them holy.
Copyright © October Mist | Year Posted 2016
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