i can only envision and pretend
her sweet milky skin
against his soft glowing skin
heart upon heart
and they are beautiful
praying to the stars to be in her shell
envious and ashamed
the burning sting is undeniable
and only they feel it.
when the sky darkens
i float to a place
where i feel her ghosts
their ghosts
convincing myself that the steam is cool enough to touch
it is misty fog and i am unafraid
but i know my fingers are red
and nothing but my slumber can soothe it.
only time can heal it.
what is meant to happen
will happen.
