Pith: I Don't Need You

14 Feb 2020

Suck me into
that custard sweetness

I lit myself
on your Flame
(moth that I am)
Ash scattered
In sacrifice

Go ahead
cross your legs
ban me from your temple
if you must
I scatter in the winds
ash that I am

To reach the sky
(where parts of you hide)
I burned
So I could ride
the winds of love
to find you
–everywhere, everything
this is your true temple

We are apart
So that we remember
We are never apart