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Vinegar and Brown Paper

byannaswirls©

I want to breathe heavy across a continent
climbing mountains of rock
and valleys of death,
great lakes and endless prairie
to reach you
move you
make you stutter and speak in your maiden tongue
as if you have never yet spoken the words
you want to say to me.

But they run through the blood of your birth.
Poets and lovers pass their
language down generations,
they will whisper my name to you,
they will teach you the words never spoken.

I want to live this fantasy with you
to not feel the longing that walks with limitation
toe to shadow,
inescapable.

When I crash into you from the high-wire
one body will bounce back
half the height
all of the momentum.

I want to roll down the hill with you
without crowns or brown paper,
knees unstained, ankles unsprained
dizzy and seven years old.

Tie me a bouquet of purple flowers
by their soft green stems
I will teach you how to whistle through the grass
and we will rest on the plateau
longing neither to climb
or fall.

I kiss your knees,
the scars have disappeared.

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