tumblr_static_art-woman-shapes-patterns-fantasy-gothic-red-portrait-painting-surrealism-headdressOnce long ago
I tried to get you out
from under my skin
and it felt like webbed hands without dexterity
scrabbling beneath waves for fallen stones
 
You
are as much of me as anything could
you’ve become in all these years
my root
 
I heard those who favor
the taste of earthbound vine
drink from what grows beneath
surface
 
That is true of you and I
we shift like light
silvering between spectrum
attached in unison
in the solace of a penny
tarnished surface, shiny beneath
inhabiting the hidden side
of each other