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Mercury
How alive,
the curls that form from her smoke,
it’s as if they know how short
their lives are, how quick the end comes, and they must make up for it,
like the man who found out his life
is to end early and he spends his last days doing everything he
never did but always wanted,
she breathes a force and vitality
into each citrus O.
How those rings evaporate in front of me,
leaving behind a faint taste of mint,
her ocean eyes smiling before she looks down
again and grins. Her everlasting hair,
black and blue and green,
sways like a pendulum,
back and forth, back and forth
as she rocks her head to the rhythm of the Top 40 song in the background.
A prominent energy exudes from her -
sweet and dark and heavy, full of
color. She is made of colors;
light and pale and rich and somber,
silver, seafoam, sapphire, sultry
crimson; pearl and purple, emerald and ebony;
they flow from her in rounds, changing
with each small shift in her mood -
like mercury, rising and falling
with each shift in temperature - like
Mercury, because she is from another
world, a different atmosphere
where judgment has no hold and where
everyone just exists to exist and love -
like Mercury, because she is too
smart for her own good -
like Mercury, because I have an undeniable
gravitational pull towards her.
“Can I hold your hand?” she asks,
meek and shy smile;
no hesitation, I lace my fingers around hers.
Her hand is delicate to the touch,
thin and cool.
Our eyes lock and all I can think
is, I could stay like this forever.
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