her granit kisses - gossomer cold...honest
devoured every star on which she rode
at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind...scarred...
one night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride...
she curled up in my heart palm,
smoking and worn-like a scorched flower
slashed by the lightning streaks of life...
told me she was frightened of it all
at times she wished to be weak,( to sow strength?)
to be legless, aimless( to polish the stride of her wandering being?)
at the end she evolved
into a cloud high paper wall
on which everyone wrote upon then burned
her heart like i did
that is our legacy...screw them all...
a pretty smear of black and red petals
the morning frost...that now kisses all my dreams
she was strength- weakness
a rainbow of disease
complete...in this brevity called her life.