Crystals white like stones... Poetry
i know
at times he sees me
ice creaks in tiny space
between his sweating pores
not melts
but grows
into the crystals
white like stones
diamonds
he throws at me
in silence
like sad personification
of ghostly love
that was just banned
by everyone
and killed was
planet nine
in the solar system
right through the center
of our raging hearts.
