stole a story
from the
past
and buried it
out back..
with laments we
still hold
near
in these hours of
heaviness.
abstract
yes, take my
mind
if you clear the
scars
from former
wars,
i’d give my
life
were you to
guide
me
to your
hidden door.
sun rose from
your shoulder blades
and i saluted
a fresh
day
still shaking
off old
sleep
from another
blessed
dream.
if love is
water
then wave’s a
kiss,
full and bracing upon
parched
lips.
you drop bread
crumbs as
love,
as i fade to my
own heart
and each time, i chase
your gracious
trail
right back to where
we start.
salt and sugar sprinkled
down my spine,
kisses traced from
here to eden,
a viper wound
around the
thigh-
at rapture’s peak
within its
grasp.
we squinted through
moonlight
as though it aimed
to invade our
thoughts..
are no longer
kept secret
in the presence of
such boldness.
you smiled
a bit,
and i hid..
like a
kid,
for you had
melted years within
and found me home
again.
one dark day in
hollywood..
the stars
dipped low
to drag our dust
back to the
heavens
where we belong,
filthy but
free.
it was humanly
natural
and destined
to be
the truth that
broke our
quiet
as tears restored
the peace.
hands in the garden 
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