Bearer of rose colored glasses.

Ptolemy’s dream, gone awry.

Nights pored out per diem,

Days left out to dry.

Briming from within.

Cold but somehow kind.

Living well beyond her means,

While trapped in her own mind.

The cup that leapt beyond the moon,

was thrown my unseen might.

Adam’s ale doled out for all

But not first without a fight.

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Caught on a Sunday,

red handed and bare.

Yearning for things that have never been there.

Loosed onto life,

rabid and warm.

Stalking down colors, and textures, and form.

Locked in a daze,

and never set free.

Wishing you could glimpse all the things that I see.

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I wish you were warm, tender like a breeze. Wrapped in your form I am longing to be.

Your gaze meets mine, there is little to see. No fruit, no vine; a hallowed out tree.

Remind me:

How long of a cast?

What price was the fee?

Past magic, past selves,

past you and past me.

I remember the chill that dropped from your eyes. It drew me in, dripping in pride.

Our forged blood seal. A rushed surmise. A bond unlike kin, secured and allied