I wonder could tomorrow be
the day we go back to that dark corner of the woods
where we once sat on stones and set fire to the skin of trees.
Limbs twisted together like vines, you fed me your thoughts with a spoon
and watched as I swallowed each one whole.
Just one more time, can we stand in front of the flames?
Bare and exposed, press our fingertips together
and feel them tremble until we become a melted coalescence,
and watched as I swallowed each one whole.
Just one more time, can we stand in front of the flames?
Bare and exposed, press our fingertips together
and feel them tremble until we become a melted coalescence,
a topographical mess of friction ridges,
like the complicated map I carry in my pocket,
the one only you know how to read.
like the complicated map I carry in my pocket,
the one only you know how to read.
Yes...love it!
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