you make me see the world in color/
the sun and its heat is the same shade as the slash of red in your smile/ the same bright shape as the blood that suffuses into your cheeks
you make the glass curling in the backbone of my throat a little less biting/ dull the sharpness of my old aches and pains/ the salty flavor of ancient agony the soothing balms of time never quite quelled/
and in your embrace i find the lilting tones of a sweet solace/learn to find peace on an atlas
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023