These sounds
will hurt. Between
pauses, I still rush
to recede you back
to me. If I do not pull,
you will push. You will
force me to turn around
to see a shadow.
If words hurt,
verse will burn
holes, in your
senseless heart.
Leak your eyes,
echo those cries
to deafen this world
into another silence.
Something keeps
returning to keep
your eyes settled for sleep,
dreaming while you weep.
Some measure of
memorable love
helps you to release
all that will ease
you, from strangulation,
from temptation.
Let these passages be
drawn for what can be
understood, while seen
for its burning gleam.
I love this so much. The romance in this and the way you express it is so fascinating!
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