Black Glitter

About a guy who lives two doors down from me who I see from time to time but never get the chance to speak to.

Will your Pluto light ever cast across dimensions? 

For now you are stolen, a tired god behind onyx foliage.

Become translucent as a prism, you frail trench lines.

Scatter as sparrows, and be no more in our path.

And all fine things are transient.

You lower your marble face, and are russet-masked

So that these old lace eyes cannot fathom you.

Shudder against time and halt for me.

I shake over to the night side.

Moon eyes stare up as your Romeo, unsexed.

Step to me, black glittered monsieur from a tale.

And fail my loveless nights no longer. 

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[Chris]

Imagery and rhythm... and the taste of your future.