Without You

without you

an empty world, 
core frozen,
remembers the heat 
reflected in gemstones 
within its crust.
sun flares flagrantly mock.

wasting its fire 
on emptiness.
where is the one 
who burned for me
my sun, 
our molten moments left
as scars, invisible.

I wear minutes 
wrapped about me
like chains. 
they weigh so heavily
marking my breasts, 
my hips.
why are you not here to free me?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Breedt Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 1:53 PM
Fantastic write. Angry at the end, the way I do also
Shetley Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 7:53 AM
Simply lovely, I always appreciate your turns and wording x
Cresswell Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 10:26 AM
Thank you Thvia.
Fleming Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 2:30 AM
Nothing ever truly dies...for nothing is ever truly newly born. The great "Universal-Collective-Consciousness" created sentient life to wonder about its own dazzling magnificence! The awe, the mystery, the endless beauty of it all! We all experience "Existence" countless times as many forms...time and time...and time again. One day we all open our "alien" eyes to some strange "alien" skies...and we are aware once again -- for nothing ever truly dies! My very warmest regards, Patricia. :) john
Shetley Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 7:52 AM
Love this bit of truth, John. You're a star.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
September 24, 2017 at 10:31 PM
Tender and haunting xomo
Cresswell Avatar
September 24, 2017 at 11:01 PM
thank you.
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