Emblem

Candles for fingertips. Coins rolling across the country. Clammy hands cradling your head form a crown. The cool lies of the Great Deceiver rolling down from the glaciers. I wade in up to my knees. Have you come here to hug me? Reading, he ran out of ideas. When the wasteland gobbled him up. Jumping back to what we were, what we’d originally intended to be. Too shocked to start over. Quiet limbs cascading in our thoughts. Rolling meadows opening their jaws in the summertime. Take our love. Take all of it. Go from here while we’re still young. While time yawns out around our island. Rocking us softly in limbo. Juniper. Jupiter. Fragments of texts half remembered. Crumbling sidewalks of our deconstruction. Physical places we went to only in our minds. I am an emblem, torn off your shoulder. Sew me back in place.