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Click hereIn the palm of my hand
the hollow defeat, the insecure, the selfish
The habit I have of looking at myself nude in the mirror:
Blind and bright eyed, young and fresh, used and abused.
Through it all, itโs something like a curtain
of cold tile floor, musky incense smoke, and
dusky candlelight
I have begged to conjure you
Through just a whisper of longing
poetry to the tongue
The syntax, the syllables, the very pronunciation
Of begging, absolute begging,
Past dignity, past hopes and dreams,
Past the point of desperation
I just
want.
you.
inside.
me.
Cold tile floor, musky incense smoke, dusky candlelight
Blind and bright eyed, I spin mantras that I swallow whole
want.
you.
inside.
me.
When I embrace you in flesh,
vulnerable,
Oceans of silence and moonlight that sparkles
The past will meet the present
All will be still.
Once you are in my embrace ~ no longer a memory but reality ~ stillness will prevail.