I told you there weren’t enough inventive things to say
to pull us through
the silences, the intrusions of past loves, our curiosities
or, mine.
I spoke of revelations of who I used to be and
of the offbeat doctrine misguiding me
down the crooks of your spine,
off your back.
I spoke of too many things as you drifted
beneath me,
trekking defeatedly between the mounds
of fleshy muscle, across the expanse
of brush above everything forbidden
to touch or love in the way
I’m incapable...
along the pulsing tendons and the creaking
ache of bone, off
the bulb of your foot, I sank into this bed
of comfortable pseudo-heartbroken
solidarity.
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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