Thursday, June 1, 2017

melt like wet clay

like it is woven
inside my mind
I can never forget
your kiss upon my lips
compliments the scent
Upon the wind
I catch when you are gone
you never walk
without the gaze
of the gods
and all of the men
who catch sight of you
become soft clay
that melts in the haze
of your aura
I am tattered threads
after being
in your sway
who can I call to
if you are not there
too busy, I guess
answering the many gentlemen
who seek your gift
but they will fade
in time
I am certain
and I remain
in your orbit
even should I disappear
or fail
to appear
when you call