I kissed you and you tasted vacuous
You are a void,
a chasm into which I would have willingly thrown myself
just for the thrill of the fall.
I know that you do not love me.
Why should you? Ghost that you are,
solid things of earth hold no interest for you,
and I have too much substance.
My body is flesh and blood and bone and you are air.
I am altogether too human,
too full of hopes and fears and crushing reality to hold your attention for long.
You who float freely above my head,
the tips of your toes brushing my outstretched fingertips.
Perhaps I could grasp your ankle and rise with you
to dance with you amongst the treetops and bed myself down in the clouds next to you.
But I fear that you will drop me
and laugh at my shattered body from above.
If I am to reach your lofty heights it shall be my blood that is spilt in sacrifice
and the offering I make shall be at my own temple
not to your tempestuous god.
I used to think your heart was made of rubies and your words of gold.
But now I know.
There is a black hole where your heart should be.