A Bleed of Marble Love

I'd break the barriers inside this place that are firm within my mind.

I'd tear down the drapes covering my shameful pride.

I'd dust off the marble stone, my skin, after lusting for a bright light

In the form of a bubble from some fermented drink...



If it would bring life back into my world.



All the copper etched leaves in this chaotic moment could lead me

Into a desire to stay in balance with my hopes.

Such is the bewilderment of being a soul without limits,

One that even seems to seep blood in between the two realms

That merge into a heart shaped as a compass.

One-half is bruised a darkly red, and the other is flourished a crimson gold.



I’d grasp tightly onto the crumbling white core, a beating mass that is salvation.

I’d breathe in the bits of heavy powder, both it and I, guilty with a burden.

I’d rain my tears onto it until they carved its soapstone form into my dying will.

In truth, I would do this so that I can have the rest of eternity with you.



If it would bring life back into my world.