Tarot Canvases

I’ve heard them speak of ‘how things could be,’
I’ve seen them grin without blood in their teeth,

Come closer lover, whisper how it could be.
Come closer lover, teach me how we can breathe,
without skyscrapers of ash urbanizing your lungs,
forming the bridges we sleep beneath,
under endless rows of identical buildings,

The clouds, they speak to me,
they show me images of your ghostly face,
grinning so impossibly boldly,
The clouds, they speak to me,
through evaporated portraits of ‘how things could be.’

I’ve watched them walk with their bones fully aligned,
I’ve touched their faces without hearing them cry,

Oh, we know we’ve been ill-fortuned from the start,
with our tragedy-ridden veins painted across tarot canvases,
We’ve been ill-fortuned from the start,
but I wouldn’t have it any other way�"

Come closer lover, 
I’ve known all along,
Come closer lover,
beneath your ember bridges we sleep beneath,
with our lifelines split precisely in two,
and our bones falling side-by-side out of place�"
I wouldn’t have you any other way.

I’ve known all along,
I’ve known all along. 

Author's Note

unfinished

Reviews

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

This is remarkable, and enchanting. I cant wait to see the rest!!!!!