i made a shrine of your hair and i called it Light. i hummed your somber song. i breathed deeply and tasted you. it was saltly like the sea, fresh like a new day.

i bowed to your hardened soles. they only kept walking. i moved my body to the lyrical sound of your breathing. your sounds were so lush and velvety. i touched the way you sounded.

your porcelain skin reverberated through me. you made my insides clearer. you made my blood white. you made my heart cold.

your hair is soft. i twist my fingers around it. it is 24 karat gold. you are composed entirely of preciosu rocks whose abrasive edges have been smoothed by the sea.

i wish to stay longer. i wish to breathe in your presence.

i erected a church in your honor. i perform your pagan rituals. i am a devout follower of the religion of you. bow down to your pagan goddesses as i bow down to you.






(re: nocturne
also: this piece is mine)