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your lips
my lips
apocalypse

how many times I loop
these words
during glistening rains
and suffocating tuesdays

we all have sub-plots
don't we

that we will never
think or stop thinking of
the stones we skip
across the mirror surfaces
of lakes and hearts

that are at once hate
and longing

paper kites

you traced routes
on the small of my back
coarse fingers
your atlas hands
painting their blues
making oceans of me
and leaving ships in my chest

the crazy that was my heart
and the things
left unsaid
in the long couple of seconds
I shut my eyes
against the storm
hitting my sky

cages we form
that I would happily
never breach

some have names
but most do not

nothing left but to leave

know that when I write you
in lower case
is when I'm feeling like
guitar strings when they
are listening to the
music silence weaves

many middles of spiral notebooks
have seen a sudden midnight inspiration
sleep stained haiku
that may never get discovered
they make a home
in dusty corners of my heart
using melancholy as hats

we'd often use buttery yellow
or the colour that night is
when moving towards resembling
wings of a dragonfly
on the walls of this house
the morning sun
nestling comfortably among
the dreams that left my eyelashes

you went rat-a-tatting
at my kitchen door
stood silent among my garden herbs

shadow and light

a sunny, empty house
and a heart beating hard enough
to want to burst out of my chest

I am on the inside of
a cube of ice
time seems frozen
and I watch life go by

picking flowers from your lips
I adorn myself
borrowing the bass of your laugh
to colour my skirt's hem
and just about enough
storminess that we share
to ensure that the words
are never said
that they remain caught
in your throat
on the tips of my fingers

and as I run
against the wind
my hair writes a story
in the wind
that wafts to find itself
in the warmth of soup
on the corner of a hill
late one evening

cravings get better of me
to be lost in the indigo of
the sea that are your arms
and overflow all at once

slight glances out of the
corner of your eyes
that walk over to me
drug me, wash over me
leaving me heady
invincible

oh love
let me find my way home
my way to you
pluck starlight out of the night sky
store it in mason jars
and light up this tent
made of our night sheets
make music of your breath
and life out of the entanglements
of my hair
our fingers
and souls

shining down

have you ever felt like
sending music

to an absolute stranger?

like nobody you know
would understand
the bass of this song
that has you
silent, and wondering
in the middle of the night
in the star light

that's the thing
about music and poetry
and love
they pull you in
shifting your dimensions
until you and infinity

you're one
and endless

on loop

grappling

you took your life, as lovers often do
but I could've told you, Vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

to love so

hearts fluttering

like laundered summer clothing

hanged on drying lines

the porch

recently a witness

to indecision

he'd rather stay in

while I want

the skyline to 

be part of 

our evening

colouring my heart

with wine and hurt

your lullabies 

fill my eyes

with an intimacy

my heart knows not

how to muster 

otherwise

it's an act of courage

to love so

to love you