Sweet nothings forget their integrity here
Silence is our dialect
Eyes connect on the same moon, and our tongues spill forth the nothingness that is
I love you..
Heart of a poet, breaking wide open forth in the ability to not describe
You
And all your Billie,
Your Olivia..
Your inside out personas,
I replace you with air,
Cause only what came before you can attempt to take your place.
And the race to our meeting again in that hallway called desire..
Or was it a streetcar?
I remember the us in the mornings milked orange..
Creamsicle drops of our souls nudity..
Like childhood.
And when you cried for me
That last time called never..
I hope your hurt did match the ache
Of my struggle internal
With my image after this wrong
Got me going in…circles..
Was it?
Spinning while standing still..
In the shadow of who we were when we walked free
Hand in hand in Syria,
Of was it Gaza..correct me now..
If you know me from your yester-life
And if I was your wife..?
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