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Hand me your simplest emotion, I’de kiss it on the chest
and hold onto it like a rosary that lost its religion
the hollowed caves you mined in my skull have turned cold
in the bitter frost of absence, there are no diamonds here.
you took my only coals, and now I’m knitting back together
these loose strands of mortified devotion, I’de allow
these knots to overcome themselves, if only I could give up
on the sun to greet the winter, but I’ve never known a bed that
didn’t once turn warm on the other side and I’ll never know
if perhaps, you’ll return for the spring.

Safe

I am consistent reiteration

following strands of yarn that disappear

into reluctant sleep

I am an easy sentence

that should have been picked apart

settling our bones into that eroded wooden haven

we so wrongly slept in at night

I’d leave this patch of certainty

a pale green aura

of an empty kitchen table

if we could stop staring down

each others mouths

every time we spoke.

Silent

Why is it made so tedious

The conversation never spoken

Heavy it hangs, dripping atmosphere

Slowly down our huddled backs

A violet nought, futile to define

Coerce me ever violent

Cull the air between our bodies

And tie the space into knotts

My mouth is gaping as if

To inhale every word

You never uttered