I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...
I,
would love to smell...
My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...
I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...
On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...
I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...
I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...
We both know what
the black stars hide...
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sometimes i think we get so full and plush with...
If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...
I stretched my hand
far higher than my...
Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her...