Notes
I was your hallucination, listening
and floral, and you were singing me:
already new skin was forming on me
within the luminous misty shroud
of my other body; already
there was dirt on my hands and I was thirsty.
I could see only the outline
of your head and shoulders,
black against the cave mouth,
and so could not see your face
at all, when you turned
and called to me because you had
already lost me. The last
I saw of you was a dark oval.
Though I knew how this failure
would hurt you, I had to
fold like a grey moth and let go.
1 comment on flowers of myself ● eurydice
profanegermane October 18, 2015
love the choices of song on here ... this is a really unique and well-curated mix. perfect melancholy eurydice feeling
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