i cross my legs on a throne
of dew kissed pearls and
crystal window panes; touched by ice-
i plait my braids/into locks of winter breath. run frozen fingers into the curves of my hips;
trail your curling soul over my lips and-
i will weave me into your arms
trace the artwork of our forms into
tapestries hanging on the wall
i stitch molten love into the concrete archways
arching like the way we dance
spin me on the dance floor
i know the balls have long since retires but-
spin me like a princess you are the prince to my kingdom
misty waves hang heavy around us as we
sway; butterflies beneath sobbing chandeliers
diamond eyes and emerald tears
drape ruby silks over our hearts
paint lilac feathers over our bodies and-
take me to your mind/mind/mind/is the locker room of the soul/soul/soul/i promise i will be gentle as i traverse towering pillars of what we could become you and -
i. you and i. dancer to her slippers, boy,
i would run my fingers through your curls while you
hold me tight in your arms.
carve a sculpture of gold cast crystal mirrors and i will
see me in your eyes.
let me slip my hand into your hand
take you with me; climb the clouds and
i’ll pull you up to where i stand my throne of glass.
i am fragile, but i trust the statues of my body are in good hands with you;
i gave you my heart;
brush your soul against mineand i will wash you in rosewater love
-iiiiiiiiiiii'm baaaaaaaaaack. miss me?
-to all the new people, hi it's me vinter and i formally welcome you's to here. i know a lot of new talent has joines while i was away. feel free to say hi.