Comparison

His eyes are grey 
like a day without sun, 
sinking into mine. 

I'm invaded

with lips dewy 
as the morning grass, 
planted in my mouth.

His tree hands branch out
heavy upon my shoulders,
rooting inside my chest.

I'm collected with rakes
in heaps of autumn leaves
and other strays.

Are you a conductor of wind
beneath her skin,
making breeze melodies
that set her free?

Time climbs
like moss upon my soul,
digesting me.

I'm squandered

in the pregnant belly of Sky,
suspended in the ether
above a barren earth mother
who cheats on me.

Have your morning eyes
drawn the curtain of dawn
across the haze,
presenting the day to her?

I'm forgotten

like the stars
who are flung into the night
and absorbed by eternity
in the darkness.