wide warmth.
-- your palms surrendered --
still lingers on the other side of my neck
against which
I sense breath and urge
to combine yourself
with me
you’re not here
but it’s a comfort
to remember that you were
on a bridge
covered with silence
in the maze
of another-night
I liberate you.
and watch you sway through
memories, sealed, dense
projected high -- far too high
in the air, in the years
sore.
feral.
umbilical.
haze.
exhaled.
encapsulated.
from my torture
hoisting fear and even quieter -- silence
that apathetic wind
scatters
then filters --
me
but will you turn
or be burned
watch forever the light in this hand.
attached to a vertical river
with strong engulfing, sharp currents
attached to pain, deep breathing pain
attached to need
pulsating in the rhythm of
regret
induced, ingested yearn--ing
heartfelt echoes drawn through
in epilogues.
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