Poem – “Stone Kiss” – Modern Romanticism – 12/4/2021

Paper-thin, worn in
the impeding night.
Your lips had strands of hair
as violin strings
to play this dirge.

A lament before the kiss
upon the rock.

Devotion, with the ocean
running from
these eyes, to my palms,
in silent prayer.

Steady me.

Will you hold me?

I was never the weight,
while you were
the anchor.

I was a simple feather, burning
of bristles, worn at the end.
An entire length, as a smile that sits
flat, as a signature
upon a flaming horizon.

I was someone who gave a circle of gold
with a name.

Folded letter, writing backwards
with a quill to lock the past.

Walking onward for the wound to heal,
for the memories to be sealed
within the next of silent hearts.

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