I feel red hot
The subtleties of my nature
careening; earth bound
while I weep for the loss of her
She is gentle
with ethereal qualities
I won a staring contest with Medusa
Cracks in my marble form
sound out like the grinding of a pestle
I bend into caverns before me
to brush the dust from her lovely bones
Wanting to reignite the soft parts of me
where embers caress an amputation
cauterising the stone
and bringing forth golden syrup skin
Like treacle, we could layer a trifle of us
With ink and scars
and honeyed voices
the tears of countless unravellings
Where we could use
butterfly kisses as sprinkle toppers
Holding imperceivable words
between languid lips

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