You climbed in through my opened eyes- green as Jade- leaving traces of dirt from the sole of your boots on the dark circles of my sockets- Smokey black from Kohl- tread marks like glitter. I felt You in the spaces beneath the spaces in words muttered softly- muted midnight murmurs- in the far reaches of my imagination…. For surely You, Prince of this soul that resides in my skin, <i>(didn’t You know you owned me?)</i> cannot possibly be real. I would break open- scatter myself like a bag of marbles on a cold waxed floor- so there be no secrets no surreptitious unravelling of shameful threads that poke through the seams, I will not ever lie to you <i>(but for you…I may)</i> And how could You ever know the shade of red that is unique to this heart that chants it’s Hymns in Your name, in Your honour?Birth sign: Scorpio
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