I tingle across the country
A thousand crystals stinging the roads
Injecting my thorns into the trees
To hug them, wrap them with my kisses.
I play like a lyre as I hang on spider’s webs,
Weighing them down
Heavy in the morning sun
And shine swinging
Shine smiling brightly at
That pink purple glow which comes to take me
To take me away.
I hug his face
I bite it bitter
And whisper, licking into his ear, why can I not stay.
Unwelcome, I disperse in tiny droplets
Running like tears across the roots, down each blade of grass.
Walk on me and feel me crunch into your soles.
Let me swing into your trouser legs and sit on your knee.
You belong within my grasp.
But my melted fingers rise into the air onto your cold face.
His stony grimace and I stare at the high sun
Until I am blind.