Challenge
Broken, shattered, splintered.
Unattainable
I hang my lantern
to light his way.
He holds
my delicate dreams
in his hands.
His skin is all
I breathe as I
desire the unattainable -
an incomplete masterpiece
on sullied canvas
holding court
in the sky,
waking up my eyes
to touch, to taste
ingrained on my mind.
In clouds of shattered hopes
my naïve heart drowns
up to my neck in tears,
broken glass
hurled against frustrated
walls, sealed in a box car
never to be opened.
I swallow the bitter taste
of glowing need
as I walk alone
in a black
and white photo
and he is nowhere
in sight.
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