Buds of Heliogabalus



I dream of you

when the clouds cover the skies

when droplets of dew kiss my feet


That earth singes my veins

seeping my streams with

tad bits of his story


Bronze shaped features

melancholy memories that only

you and I ever spoke of


We talked of the stars

etched picture perfect songs

into our highbrows


I don’t remember anything


I cannot remember anything at all


The only thing I can seem to make out

is you






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