A King's Cup

You cave in my face like combustion.
Destroying my essence, and wholly burning away my thoughts.
So I can no longer speak words.
I sit on your head, wrapping my legs around you. 
Like a crown.
You are the jewels, reflecting the vibrants sparks inside of me.
You are inside of me.
I am laying on the edge of your cavern.
Waiting for the tessellations to stop spinning from behind my eyes.
Your shoelaces are eating the floor,
And the moonlight creeps from behind me.
Igniting my stare.
So I can see the crystals of colors behind your blue wonders.
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Take a step my way.
Land in the hospice of my background.
With little to spare but cold windows growing foggy.
With our hot words and bodies,
Forceful jaws breaking with the fire.
Exhuming from my nostrils, pace.
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Your hands tell me to stop time.
It does not exist in our world.
I am flowing through your oceans,
with only a captions hat,
and the gray under my nails.
Your tides swore they would never rip down my masts.
But with your back turned I lost my ship.
Left with a black mark, only to bare the name of who will take me under.
With Miles to go, the depths, with the urchins.
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My feet, they burn. Like walking over hot coals.
Returning to you.
So dazed. And my legs, they sear.
They are restless. Wandering the seven streets.
With only one lamp post to guide my filthy hands 
away from all of the doorhandles, and bells.


-S