Jay Poem 14.

Amber Nights: The Arrival, The Binding, The Fall

Slay me, you did.
The remnants of me,
Caught, as a fossil
In the sap-like of the night.
I was beguiled by your love…
Spun in the heady amber-burnt midnight.
Fallen beneath your achilles’…
Tangled, in dark muddy roots
Living in the archaic Aspen.
Waiting for you,
To pluck me out of this ground.
To keep in your pocket;
As your shiny souvenir.

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