i am all mine

i am all mine
and she is all hers
but we once were all ours

now she lays in winter grass
encased in summer snow
through a state of blank respite

a deity unknowing the lust she mirrors
a standard of beauty is clear

to begin with inanimate time
her voluptuous just past growth
expressing rapture that still cosigns
the eternal paramour her life a simulacrum

and a bespectacled gaze
the world she is viewing is not of here
so truly could she never know or ever care
of this thunderous want to simply hold her palms
and feel her pulse-less calm

despite the fact that no amount of warmth will ever reach her
and no amount of tears could ever bring her back to me