Kim V. Poetry

The moon is high
And the air is biting.

As its sting glides
Up and down my skin,
I think of you.

You, my soul’s echo.
Whom I wait for
At the unholy altar of night.

You,
My redeemer with the
Ink stained fingers
And flaming heart.

I think of unexpected embraces,
Of midnight walks
Where haunted stones weep.

And deep dives into cool waters
Where sapphire oceans swirl.

I think of my love for you.
Like some fading silhouette
Or mournful ghost,
Who follows me,
Everywhere I go.

I don’t believe Heaven
Is a true place,
But you, my love,
Are the closest thing to paradise,
I will ever see.

©️KVP
Art: “Siesta,” The Unclean
Website: https://objkt.com/asset/KT1KkN8psEcmW6Ba7RK5YUoJbop2ZDFRH1D3/5

Song: “Gravity,” Th3rdstream, Saba Abraha
Prompts:

”Haunted stones weep”(@oldshackman

“Ink stained fingers and a flaming heart” (@eerieelegie)

“Unholy altar” (@edensolera91 )

”Fading silhouette” (@kshana_writes )

@shadowedrose_prompts #shadowedrose_prompts