Hold those
frozen tokens,
those cold stones
around your naked
throat. You always spoke,
while never listening
to what rain ever
brought us, together.
Life has a different noose.
Tongues are tied, slipping.
Knotted, while loose,
inside your eyes, where hang
teardrops that never let go,
as we are arranged
in each other’s arms,
as stark shadows.
Life has a different place,
where morbidity becomes
clarity. These heartbreaking
symptoms we will cherish,
while tugging at
each other’s rope,
will lash us, from hope.
All that disciplines us.
Everything that punishes us
under raindrops that remain
frozen in crystallizations,
caught within mirrors,
as we force doors to open,
leaving arms closed.
Do you tremble,
in this cold? We have
grown this old, while waters
hold more weight, than all
that keeps us from losing all.
lovely …nice saying
Do you tremble,
in this cold? We have
grown this old, while waters
hold more weight, than all
that keeps us from losing all.
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