LEFT ALONE—
to be where the stars
are, to be where the universe
gives birth to a child that
embodies everything.

i don't want to runaway. but she
reminds me of lilies, of souls that
harbour cadence and music chords.
of witches that burn away ashes
and creates an endless spell of never
wanting to leave or be left alone.
she speaks stardust,  the way her
mouth moves in accord to the sun,
no. she is the sun.

her mind wanders to places i wish
i could reach for, only to find myself
leaving and leaving until, my bones
crack and my skin rips from the
separation of her being. and i'm
nothing more than what i could
ever be. her voice, her skin,
the skull that embodies the
remains of her brain. i want them
all to myself, i realize. crushed
between a denying thought
and a pain that erupts between  my
knees.

am I being selfish or is that
too much to ask for?