NixxyDreamShade

sub female

31

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"Moss"
If I was the stone,
You were the hand that reached
out into the endless ether,
and plucked me
from the throng.

If I was the stone,
within Your palm I rested,
as You turned me over,
examining every ridge and groove,
ghosting fingertips across my jaggedly rough edges.

If I was the stone,
I could have sworn I heard You
exclaim how smooth I felt
beneath Your touch.
Though,
perhaps I must have
only
imagined it.

If I was the stone,
You were the deepest rumbling cloud,
splitting open a wide chasm above me,
unleashing a torrential downpour of potential.

If I was the stone,
You were the rain that saturated me,
leaving droplet fingerprints
over every inch of my surface.
You seeped deep into every
c r a c k
and
f i s s u r e
filling me up
completely.
For a moment,
I was whole with evanescent
bliss.

If I was the stone,
You were the hand that set me down
gently,
back into the rubble.
I wished desperately that stones had limbs,
so I could have tried to reach for You.
But stones don’t have limbs.
So, instead,
silent pleas fell from
phantom lips.


If I was the stone,
You were the moisture left behind.
An ephemeral reminder
there had – in fact – been a storm,
rain had – in fact – soaked into
the deepest,
darkest,
most tender,
parts of
me.

Still,
I’d gaze into the clear cloudless sky,
the memory of raindrops
would leave me
utterly overwhelmed.

If I was a stone,
I’d be wet.
I would begin to feel the twining, climbing,
roots
crawling, creeping, across my skin,
finding purchase.
Anchoring into every
c r a c k
and
f i s s u r e.
I don’t think I’d mind it though.
The lush, green, blanket that
consumed me
would be
hallowed.

A reminder,
lest I be dazed into believing
You only poured into me,
in my dreams.

If I was a stone,
I’d be enveloped in
moss.
Through soft, leafy, tendrils
I’d gaze at the sky with patient
reverence,

waiting,

waiting,

waiting,

for Your raindrop
fingerprints.

Mar 31, 2026