Small translucent petals stuck to your skin
Dance away in the breeze
And seasoned the October winds
I heard your halo slowly form
As cold crashing ships
Above us drift
Catching their massive misty sails
On the child like limbs of slow burning stars
I thought of how impossibly warm your palm was
Though slipping away
So far away
Your voice is the only one I can still clearly hear
Whenever I open my mouth to scream
"How long can you wait?"
Rapture
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