I have always imagined you permanently.
The sun curling against your ankles
To form shadows in the leavened craters of your sole
The edges turned white as though there is only so much
Of light that you can reveal yourself to
Until you begin mirroring it.
I imagine you slowly being washed by acid
That leave colour shadows into your skin
Something that breaks through skin made me believe
You were delicate-
Someone only had to whisper your name
Before you turned into, washed into
All the colours of the ocean.
I wore your presence like the hanging beads of water
Breaking from the valley that flowed
Down my spine every time I was anointed.
As if to imagine how light broke against
The twist of your finger and ended in sunset
Where your edges ended
Left me tainted by you in a way
That could not be cleansed.
There were lines somewhere, that you added with age
And created ripples over the harsh edges-
Some thing lost to life every time
You tossed a fragment of yourself in the air, as if
Testing what could change you, what could dare to take that
Ankle that broke the wind in a burst of light
And sully it with the spittle of mud.
When I see the cracks that have split open
And left incisions like tiny rivulets
That have forgotten to drain out,
I touch them like you could not be touched
And feel the sudden edges of your face
Like I could not brush the end of your heel,
And leave the faint taste of skin that only
Age can
Taste.
The sun curling against your ankles
To form shadows in the leavened craters of your sole
The edges turned white as though there is only so much
Of light that you can reveal yourself to
Until you begin mirroring it.
I imagine you slowly being washed by acid
That leave colour shadows into your skin
Something that breaks through skin made me believe
You were delicate-
Someone only had to whisper your name
Before you turned into, washed into
All the colours of the ocean.
I wore your presence like the hanging beads of water
Breaking from the valley that flowed
Down my spine every time I was anointed.
As if to imagine how light broke against
The twist of your finger and ended in sunset
Where your edges ended
Left me tainted by you in a way
That could not be cleansed.
There were lines somewhere, that you added with age
And created ripples over the harsh edges-
Some thing lost to life every time
You tossed a fragment of yourself in the air, as if
Testing what could change you, what could dare to take that
Ankle that broke the wind in a burst of light
And sully it with the spittle of mud.
When I see the cracks that have split open
And left incisions like tiny rivulets
That have forgotten to drain out,
I touch them like you could not be touched
And feel the sudden edges of your face
Like I could not brush the end of your heel,
And leave the faint taste of skin that only
Age can
Taste.
