there's a new planet born from every single breath you take/with fading sunlights and fickle joys i/sigh a sweet lover's smoke/the kind that your curling limbs grasp art/jewel fingers tearing against sweet suns/and towards your soft laughter turns my heathen face/against your satellite teeth my tongue presses and i/long to take apart your gentle armor/lather the flesh underneath with kind words and kinder eyes/peel the claws away from your finger tips/light the candle i call your guiding eyes and teach you how to be ginger when you prise open the windows that/lead us back to our home/where your love lies breathing still/churlish face crumpled with age and a/sweet sort of symphony
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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
