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It's almost five and
when the sun takes her
olympic strides towards
the westernmost curve in the horizon,
I find myself lonely.
But I know my shadow will hold my hand
as long as it doesn't get dark again.
So I brighten my room with an electric click,
shut the shades to keep out the night,
and search for myself to the tune of
nobody sitting next to me when
I harmonize with an empty bed.
I can almost feel our mutual heartbreak
when I stare into the ceiling cracks.
when the sun takes her
olympic strides towards
the westernmost curve in the horizon,
I find myself lonely.
But I know my shadow will hold my hand
as long as it doesn't get dark again.
So I brighten my room with an electric click,
shut the shades to keep out the night,
and search for myself to the tune of
nobody sitting next to me when
I harmonize with an empty bed.
I can almost feel our mutual heartbreak
when I stare into the ceiling cracks.
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and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
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self-organized
the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
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frosted glass
you need not
breathe or bloom
for anyone
but yourself
love you are
already
the brightest
thing in my life
light
waiting for light
but I know how the cold
settles in
brittling bones
and glaciating
skin
how it sometimes feels like
you'll never know warmth again
leaving you lost
in daze
opacifying gaze
with a scrim of
ice
across your
eyes
like frosted glass
love let me
stay close
until it's
passed
and though I can not
sing you
any nearer
to daylight
nor hold back
the black
I will hold you
through the night
I will
sit with you
in the darkness
for as long
as it may
last
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I love how your poetry is just overflowing with fantastic metaphors!