I want to posses a savage glitter
made, of course, in vain
akin to, possibly, though I will not admit, that of
the impossibly eternal
(and internal)
pulsing, glow of yours
your limbs delicate and divine,
skin like water draped over glass,
lips scraped by pomegranates dribbling down your chin
i've seen your light
tipped over their grounds, spilt, not on accident, I unfortunately believe, like
halos set alight, blazing, melted, they asked,
"Was she an eruption of the Sun?"
and
all
my fingers, blunt and deft,
maybe vulgar, with
all dirt beneath my nails, the scratches of my knees,
remember
are the colour green,
wicked and vile,
trembling, itchy with envy because
how is it fair?
I am the ones who knelt in the soil
I am who split the Earth for you
I untwined your legs, stumbling like a lame horse,
YOU ASCENDED FROM ME
NOT FROM GRACE.
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