Complacent Mirrors

You had eyes like

the raging sea

airy moons

It was either

soft ceruleans

or dappled iron

Freckles

of speckled suns

the orb of Neptune

Two hundred

and fifty years

until we are switched

A sharp crescent

of Pluto

is what you become

I still dream of you

Posted

23 Aug 2019

Éloa

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