My body is a temple and you are the God to whom it's devoted
Each beat of my Heart bringing waves to crest
Each stolen gaze calling the Sun to set
And the Moon to rise to her summit
The Stars weep as my fingers touch yours
And I can no longer call the Sky home
Ouranos on high curses with envy once more
As I am plucked from the constellation of my heartache
With roots deep and innumerable beneath us two
And eyes cast skyward to satellites like serpentine stars
Do you feel the weight of my mind in your hands?
And my pulse against your lips?
Will you read the chronicle of my scars?
I blossom at the thought as the Earth moves beneath us
YOU ARE READING
Drinking Eridanus
PoetryThis is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!
