Woken up
to a broken day,
a faded sun in my mouth
and you -
swallowing those little
glowing lights
left in me;
I put a cloth on my lips
as fingers filter through words
once cocooned
in cords of care.
A distant dove
fills 'outside' with its coo,reciting instants
when poetry simply was
without having to happen -
until you claimed your private branch
and unraveled
the darkest pit
in me.









sorry, must have missed that since I got so much around my head right now...



















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