We are parts of things that make us.
The Sapphire Ring.
The Pink Necklace.
The Eclectic Colours.
We are what we take pride in.
The Tempered Grace.
We are what we never knew we desired.
We are what we hope someone will someday comprehend.
There are galaxies inside of me.
Maps on my skin and bones.
Secrets in the hollows of ribs.
Starlight in my words and tones.
Chaos in the crook of my neck.
Moondust splatters from broken dreams and hopes.
Like sunset on a sinking ship’s deck.
Forgotten, not alone.
Will you hold me,my dear?
Just until dawn.
When reason collides with soul,
Someday the demons will silence,
When your name drops in a content sigh from my bruised lips.
Until then, unknown love,
Inspired by the words of Christopher Poindexter.
And she tucked herself
away in a corner,
quiet and foreign
to the crowd around her
and all that kept racing
through my head
is that the best kind
of beauty is the
kind that is mostly
― Christopher Poindexter