Cosmic

Once upon a time, 

I treated your words like gospel, 

Where you could do no wrong. 

You had me at your heels,

And I followed you. 

You and life were all that were, 

And I was just the breeze that stayed 

At your shoulder 

Through our walks in the sun.

 

But then the rain came. 

Sometimes the rain turned to hail 

And hurt as it stoned us alive, 

But I continued on, 

Still the little breeze 

That was slowly becoming

As cold as your shoulder with every further step. 

But faithful to you I stayed 

Until you turned and blew me away.

 

You disappeared, 

And as a breath with no lungs, 

I wandered lost, 

Trying to find your lips again, 

Reaching out 

Even for that cold shoulder 

That once had been warm arms. 

My love now my pain, 

You took a new breath, 

Leaving the shards of ice from your heart 

As my resting place.

 

As I died, 

I dreamed of your lies, 

Every one of them. 

The lies became memories, 

Memories turning to bitter grapes

That your demons fed to me every day, 

All the sustenance I was afforded. 

And as I weakened, 

I cried out with the last of me, 

Reached for you, 

Who had turned your back on me. 

You fed me more grapes from your mouth.

 

Did you get what you came for, 

Spotted Feather? 

Taking my life for your ink

And writing the fate of my heart 

Upon your skin, 

Like a trophy in script? 

Well played, 

My flown love, 

Well played. 

The foolish heart was mine.

 

A hundred and fifty nights

Have come and gone

Since last you declared check. 

In agonizing wait I have lain 

In this bed of frozen abandon, 

Yet unallowed to shake my coil. 

Be my checkmate, 

cruel wine of snakes.

 

Only the dead smile now.