Destiny

Grape
1 min readSep 15, 2022

--

Photo by Philipp Potocnik on Unsplash

When the Moon isn’t shining anymore
when it’s ashes are no longer brushing the sky
we’ll dance again until our feet get clogged
with the memories and rain of early July

Our breaths would have a beautiful marriage
a fearless knot if I might say
between a taboo and hoax
an angel and a savior of red

I won’t wait any much longer
for the subtle knock at the door
the oak has been waiting patiently
for your hesitant knuckles pleasuring it

You weren’t the cherry I dropped on the way
into the black river of tangled fates
I have seen worse than our sour words
piercing every last fresh flesh left

Behold the superficial ghosts haunting me
because I regret turning you away
closing the door in your sadistic skull
because I am still a juvenile soul waiting for love

But no there wasn’t an answer anywhere
the noises where gone and the silence felt new
a new desert of untended emotions
laying naked for the world to pleasure on

--

--