Pebble

A mundane brain declared you unfit to serve a Queen
Or rather I was unfit to command the genie concealed beneath your marble surface
Unknown to her highness
With her cracked glass crown
You hold power greater than the wind that guides the sailors
You await on the islands they discover

Streaked with silver stolen from the moon
The blinding lights, glinting like stars, are sprinkled upon
Your pudgy skin
Blemishes cover your smoothest cheeks
Not a perfect sphere as an unsolicited stitched screws up the symmetry
Yet you sparkle
Intertwine with the panicking blood cells pacing through my veins
Until the solute of anxiety dissolves
As though a marshmallow has melted in my hot cocoa

You’re prone to positivity, perhaps that’s my favourite part
I’ll lie beside you while I dream of mermaids with sickly butterscotch perfume
Ensure I stay wary of their siren harmonies
Please, within my heart
And cheer along the mismatched stoned path