and i have wondered if who i loved still lives
in your curling loose limbs/ with the taste of the ocean soft against your skin and the shape of your smile i mapped into the whorls of my fingertips/ i tried to string together the stars in your eyes to make you a galaxy/ tried to show you how in lilac wines i have embroidered your name/ and you were far too blind to see the damage you'd done until perhaps i had taught you what it was like to/ wait in the fire and burn/ to give all of my soul to mend the tears you have left on my heart-strings/ and my soft lover with your sweet laughter/ and your soft pulse beating against my teeth
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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
