her kisses were gossomer cold...honest
she 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,
wilted 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 devolved
her heart became a cloud high paper wall,
on which everyone scribbled their hate...
but nobody breeched her heart like i did
that is our legacy...screw them all...
a smear of black and red petals in the morning frost...
a frost ,that for now kisses all my dreams
she was strength- weakness
a rainbow of disease
complete...in this brevity called her life.