My lover had a white map on his
body.
White mists, white clouds,
White sails. Erased.
He drifted away.
I had a snake for a lover.
His scales were dark green,
His eyes were deep red.
We were very happy.
There were no mice in the house.
I fell in love with a bone.
He promised to stay with me forever.
Eventually, he crumbled to chalk.
Mist and fog and drifting years.
A cloud rolls in from the sea.
Eventually, a hand, fingers spread wide,
Reaches out for me, and I take it.
This time I know,
If I don't let go of him,
He won't let go of me.
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