Written by Tabalith
Art by Aidan Roof


                                                                                                                  one of many summers to come

my emerald,

let me crawl inside the pit sitting patiently
between your neck and your shoulder;
let me lay my tired soul there;
let me align my many faces
until you find the truest mask
and kiss it until it breaks;
let me draw circles underneath your eyes
and paint them in the nameless colors
i see, when you follow the traces
on my body of opal;
let me swirl around your feet
to bewitch the snakes hiding between
your toes, waiting for my death;
let me hunt for your tongue
and lead it to my ear until you
begin to whisper in the language
we invented in our first summer night.

                                                                                                                                                     –       yours.