There it is
Lost in the wind
Like your flesh
To my skin
No kin
For sin
Covered my lips
Breathed into me
A stain,
Timeless,
Like the scent
Of a rose.

It’s becoming isn’t it?
The demolition of self worth
Based on broken words
Left to hang
Threads on a cliff
Your name
Silenced in the earth
No space for grace
As the devil shifts
laden in reminisce
Years past my prime
Yet still,
So divine,
Galactic intervention
Fading into the rift
Sitting, watching
Earth to stone
No master is home.