I taste the powder on your skin.
The remains of the moon and ash of my soul.
Obliterated by the look in your eyes.
The ability to cut me deep.
And tumble my tiny empire.
In spite of everything, there’s still the stars.
And they sparkle now.
Hung up to light my way.
Swallowing galaxies like fireflies.
Tumbling in the dark.
I watch these words as they spirit from your mouth.
Driving new ghosts, to new ends.
Staking claims to old wounds.
Rubbed now with salt from my tears.
Collapsed into years, and habits that can’t be shook.
So let me cover you once more in feathers.
Taken from the bed we shared.
Whilst you kiss the air, and us, goodbye.
I watch you fly, deep into the inky night.
Disappearing into the gloom, like my hope.
Untouchable, all too soon.

So moving
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Thank you, it came from the depths. Glad you liked it.
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Absolutely loved it.
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Time and again, hope has the habit of disappearing into gloom. And then it returns all of a sudden when when the wise words shine like stars in the dark!
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The cosmic dance of loss and receiving.
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Feeling this one!!
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Ouch, sorry for that…not the best feeling.
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This … Has so many excellent lines of words weaved together.. it almost seems like they could be poems on their own.
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Mini Haikus maybe. there is definitely a pick’n’mix feel to it. The scattered reflection of my mind maybe.
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