Hunted, Found, Haunted
every drop falls surely to the mossy floor.
a creek made each side of my face;
(never mistake a creek for a river, no..)
a river would prove an angry heart.
I bring my eyes from the comfort of soil
looking to you..
seeing someone who is you, yet they are not and could never be.
I study your eyes,
no sign of remorse.
any vine you touch turns to poison,
any flower wilt…
and you see me, the final flower around all.
I know my fate, a sentence that will end before the predicate.
yet, I beg your hands-
wrap me up,
end me now.
and I hope as you come closer
my tears will urge you to drink,
to feel the power of love again,
for only a moment..
before we turn to dust
for the Earth to consume,
the universe to remember our glowing affection,
and to forget our dark despair.