Delicate

I'm finding this life;

this mind; this world,

Fragile.

Delicate.

He called me to the long grass;

he lay entwined.

He said I looked

Tired.

Weary.

The cloudless sky cast shadows;

they chased;

Twisted between us:

Left clutter

where only still eyes

should remain.

I'm finding his devilish smile

a reflection of the storm:

Contradictory.

Enticing.

He only let me watch the sunset

so I could burn in the rippling haze.

Sweet flesh,

Melting.

The grass, it was severed

past the summer.

Entwined, he was lost;

devil's smile in the sun.

Blood.

Not Burning.

Torn.

I'm learning.