you and I were
soaring around a vanilla ice peak amidst a zoo of painted reindeer
when I noticed the stranger that would own me
and she was not my princess.
far down the facing mountain, chained in semi-arid shrubbery
She was a savage wind
all wrapped up in ripped jeans (the real kind) and a burning bush
of hair like a summer storm tearing a fire
in the blue above her head.
you saw my gaze and pretended it was a distinguished weed
once the crystal bells stopped blazing and the ride
you tugged at my pocket and my mind for another go round
the carousel of kings on the frosted flower unicorn.
you who had earned my heart with the rare beauty of your womanly art,
you who were possessed of ruby lips, diamond eyes and emerald-ivy salutations
who would have done anything for me
to accompany you to concerts for a season or a few.
but the one I had to belong to
was a broken wildflower, trodden, dusted
wielding an angry faith in life that bludgeoned my heart right
down the cliff
and up to a kind of grim heaven
and I must climb that burnt unwanted stair
to retrieve it.
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