sun in the east

As the sun shines high in the East

I ride a white horse through

abstract deserts

To enter your dreams

that hang from white iris

that wait for my return.

But your love is drenched in a melancholic black moonskin

that puffs and groans music and odes

And I breathe softly

as you trace the scars

On my collar bones

acquired from love battles

While I stand on a mountain

That sits atop perfect springs

Looking down through a lace veil

To defeated lovers below

That wait forever

in a blissful sun.

 

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