On the floor again, you say,
as the stone melts within my skin,
sticky and silent like butterflies.
You pushed me off my self
and ran rough fingers on my face,
You are beautiful, you say
so to the castle wall you laid me
to be loved until I broke apart.
Do tears burn your eyes, you ask,
they are beautiful,
just as an empire of stars,
I can almost see my self in there.
The queen opens the door again
and dances her way upstairs.
So hurry we must, you say
and love me too
before the world cages us.
You are beautiful and mine.
Sure the woman knows of it
but laughs her merry throat out.
and they walked through my foolishness.
I will be back tomorrow, you say,
and on to the floor again.
So I thought
you’d be here by now.