seven days of reflection pt 2

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you are a tattoo.
a swirl of ink stretching
across the pages of my spine
calling me to look backwards over shoulders
at roads once tread by cautious feet
and i am weak.
kneeling before you
palms upturned
fingertips rubbed raw against
the coarse hairs of your jawline

i have lost myself
in words spun sweet... the
tenderness of your voice
warm breath
to calm the
pulsing vein
at the curve of my
don't stand so
to me
take your sunshine
son, i
cannot continue to play mother
no more
resting weary heads
upon chests to relieve
tensions from our
respective realities
crawl out from under
my skin
i cant bear you
embedded in my pores

goddamn my breath.
it reeks of your kiss.

when it falls the
walls become rubber and i
hold up the sky with one
broken wrist.
this longing is
not foreign
but the insanity that follows
is a new form of emptiness

this is the hour of the hurricane
trapped in a vacuum
this, of the storm
that bleeds through fabric
on its own irregular cycle
ripped from calendars, pasted
together with saliva and
salt water

a figure
bent at the waist
tripping through a forest
with a candle, soon
to burn out
a jumble of continents crumbling atop
sloped shoulders-
atlas shrugging off truth
once more

in the darkness
hands grasp at shadows
words fall on deaf ears
for you have gilded my cage
with gold and rubies
and I, the unwilling prisoner,
lack the strength
to find a way out

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