adonis

you're awash in holy light when you stand in your room
bare skin bathed in the eery blue-white glow of your lamp,
shadows falling like scraps of black organza across the crevices of your hipbones and shoulder blades
delicately scratching away at your marble surface, bruises of
lilac-violet smeared like watercolour paint under your wide eyes, you're so
disaffected, i know, but isn't that beautiful?

it is to me; it is everything about the emptiness in your green-gold eyes sometimes
the vacancy that turns them a little cold and grey in the darkness, the death of life behind your gaze
that tells me you have seen the things hidden behind trap doors that no one was really meant to
it is the way your muscles ripple discordantly in your fragmented movements, like your bones sit
uncomfortably when you remember where they have broken, what they have done

you've lived life like a sailor at sea, treacherous waters abound but still you pursue them
and you've roamed further than the boundaries my mind could ever conceive, and still
there's a treasure of existence hidden in your depths, and you have a heart even if you deny it,
even if it's been ravaged by everything up to this point, you are still here
you breathe,
you're alive