Love
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While your light staysto warm my brittle flesh,I remain here to holdyour hand like a third limbI cannot ever sever. A sun from a windowmakes furniture dancearound this roomdressed in candles,adorned in your shadowsas you spread everywhere,fanning flames that close in,as darkness moves into keep me reminded. I want to let go.To turn back to…
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I never forgotto pull bliss from your heart,to heal your naked woundseven while you lay,asking me to let you drownwhile covered in silver,connected to that centerpart of a familiar roomwhere our screamsturned from ivory to shadows. I never forgotto remove furniturecoated in your presence.I left my heart in a closet,keeping my mind paranoidthat your sighs…
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If I neverfell at your feetto cry your namein a long line. If I neverresisted these tearsthat carry me nowhere,I might have kept on. If I neverchose to watch youwilt like oceans could notwater your barren garden.If I had alwayskept sand from exitingbetween fingertips,like those words of promiseI let stray like dandelion seedsover infertile deserts.…
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Now thatcrying eyes have solvedall frames and puzzles,I’ll look at your watered lawn,your garden that gleamsamong regrown forests. I’ll look at our bedwhere shadows have arrivedfrom set suns, closed eyesresting for greater depravityat retained thirst. Building our fatesto surrender to what weboth remember,holding droplets to soakanother page in our bible,weeping in vainfor forgiveness. Missing your…
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Burning rooms. Fields of vision.Your train of thought wires usin disconnection. I am helpless,in a battlefield without remission.Our vows are empty,without revision. Nakedness. Petal-less.A near bloom that fadedin an empty room. Rose-red picturesdiluted of their original flavor.We dried in our tears,while bringing our griefonto bloodstained letters. To wine, in its bitterness. To oceans in their…
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Herein lies a crippled horse. He struggles to find a way to walk. Tears have left him burning on a slope that moves his eyes always down. Why will he always look down? To feet that never move him. To scars that never leave him. They are remade to be ripples within hardening soil, though…
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I’ll hold.Hold your head close.Under these waves,where stars burn down. All those symptoms.Synonymous. With the shot that occurs.In the dark. In the dark.Under our hearts,where waters have come down.Crashing in the dark.Crashing against us,devoted while apart. We have held.Our oceans are never one.With sands that fill around,hourglasses and empty sound. Time is a grain in,with…
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“Feminism has inadvertently implied that men will be to blame for this world’s crisis, in its definition of what it means to fall. To die. To be in love. In essence, to protect and to take the blame for struggle.” – Modern Romanticism What does it mean for a man to love? What does it…
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Who knocks on his door? No entry. No pulse. Please give him ease. A nurse bathed in white; for I say, he has not yet left. I give him ease, with his hand held in mine. I give him relief, with his breath taken into mine. A leftover. A winter’s clover. As luck will have…
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Loose notes. She lost her voice. Repeated words, undressed in rhythmic syllables, while she: she hung onto heartbeats. She hung onto sound. Lost in her voice. A kiss deserted in her skin. A phase dug from her wounds. Hoped to be temporary. Forgotten into a memory. A moment that loses control, while she: she hung…
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Sharp eyes,fortified, amplified,noticing her worldbare, on a one-way roadthat comes, goes,repeats in a world of anguish,scarring tissue, leavingher as forgotten, with handheldmoments, that areemptier than when we arenoticing those leavesshe lets fall fromblossomed cheeks. What do we comprehend,when those letters of hersare crumpled, with her heart?Drenched, torn openin those vulnerable cueswhere skies go from darkinto…
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Pain follows its footstep,under where we criedwith blue in its dimmest hue,wired in this shelterwhere storms never pass,deserving usborn upon another,bleeding where weare distantly smothered. Thunder fadesto come, again, as weare each crack in a treethat grows if only to showwhat it did not know. We are those flamesthat conceal ourbrittle wounds. Nothing tolive for,…
