teakwood
mahogany matte down
dark as the earth under the sun
sweatskin
slipping in
lakelike liquid
not to drown
but to float
elysium like rivers
crying into the sea
a mirror of ascetic
poetic bliss
wash over me
the heart beats like the tide laps
a cascade of drums
red rush through gold veins
don’t you forsake where
your roots lie
the marrow is only
a forest of trees tied
and we breathe in the same love
under the same sky
olive branch
extend out
a dove’s mouth
old trunks sigh
you can divide
water with words
stone set markers
temporal as anything
ephemeral chaotic
it floats up
each exhale
to conjoin
the clouds
buckle under weight
respiration again
the same skin
the same earth
under the same sky
About the Creator
Caspian Blue
I'm just trying to
find my way in a world
with a million roads
less travelled by.
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