so many emptions entwined together. Its beautiful, with vivid imagery.
That’s it - I can retreat once that indelible mark is made a dowry to your heart My life long passed into the chamber fine fabrics and sweets a wealth of longing a camel or two Guarding a scar, Always fresh just under the rim of skin I wanted to extend what we shared out into time, Continue the thread of our magical thinking, but now we’re human beings again raw – and dispossessed I didn’t know it would hurt so much to be myself Bone knows bone, they say believes in life, its own level density - even when the soul desists clamps its mouth lets only dust in swallows the rattle My lonely lover, we clasp hands beneath this cape of night, plunge our knives into The kindling eye of time Its unknowable laws to which we are attached like to a cradle to the death within sleep You watched me crumple out from hot sheets, that satin speakeasy behind your eyes Gather thorns and instruments call them our habitual food Use the slender portrait of our lives as divining rod I want to tell you – you bathe with me in the same dark water drink my nipples with head bent to the stars – golden grapes constellations ablutions to invisible ghosts This story is yours and mine, love yours and mine I know because the pain is palpable and perfect – it binds the mind takes its time |
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