northern lights
- Lalima

- Jan 25
- 1 min read
I was a putty,
Simply her marionette...
under her expert fingers
Kneading me like dough
Or more like mincing meat ,
my limbs felt not my own
I moved in and out of daze
the gauze plaster held my face
She willed for my adipose melting
With her mystic shaping hands
and I thawed into the table slowly
visions of your hands trailing,
your curls dancing ...
I hang onto images of tomorrow
While these tunes of Ghibli
Bounce off the sand under us
Waves crash at our feet
And you bring me to the space
In your rocket ship from future
We watch the aurora borealis solemnly.
You hold my hand, as my shoulder
Sips a tear fron your left eye...
The gauze plaster is hardened enough now
My eyes are peeled to this dullness
Tomorrow is hope...
Just a hope.





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