so intricate and beautiful like lace the way your words come together
Life is abrupt Her particles distinct and sudden despite the deep narrative of symmetry its allegiance to the big heart, the potbellied earth's insistence on the mirage of communion - hands and vines those sweet barometers. There is nothing I want more than to believe in the divine return predict the colors of your mind the muscles that ache for me Nothing I want more than the admission that you love me precisely because in this life you cannot, that this distance dethrones you that we deserve this land and our bodies above it the shallow swing the birthday letters the stem leading up to the flower, the flower betraying the fruit. My love for you is something deliberate, like poison like when you stretch fingers to the sky to gauge their shape in contrast with it Or lean forward towards the earth to feel the weight of your own heart inside you, that warm capsule full of memories that don't intrigue the mind don't behave with linear propriety engulfed like stones in mud soft and slow We are slim filters for this purple universe, our bodies obese with love the swollen surprise of time that ancient paradise, that living garden. My life is a gift from the tempest I beg but do not submit I will steal your tongue And the kiss from your mouth till you realize you'd have given them to me of your own accord and with greater zeal If I had strength enough to let you go let you wander like some blind monk begging bowl filled with your breath your bowed-string instruments And the dreams I dream are notes to you, shaped like waves the crest and nadir of our nights Here I am again here I am and your eyes don't lie your desire is transparent in them you are native here, native to me you will not go hungry, I will be your bread. |
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