o my god

star spangled freckles suspended from glossy filaments hang upon your face

painted in liquid silver they caress your cheeks like i wish i could

instead i’m left to reach out with what remains of these broken hands

these brittle bones which long ago fell into ruin and decay

my crumbling temple walls o’ercome by vines and wild death

the temple i built to you o my god o ruler of mine unruly heart

upon that hollow hallowed altar pomegranate seeds tucked within your cheek

you disappeared in a fit of shattered glass and sand and endless heartbreak

leaving me with naught but your brittle name upon my cracked and bleeding lips

no matter how far my fingers stretch the inch between us fore’er grows

i’m grasping at liquid demons inside these moonlit dreams