Something To Pass the Time
Have your wounds begun to pachyntic?
I can hardly feel mine anymore,
bathe in my sin
let me wash you with my skin,
shall I dedicate my breath to thee?
Your tattoo sleeve glicening in this heat,
don't you realize?
These mountains;
they speak to me
my body lays between them,
water gushing below my feet
I planted those lillies for you,
I'm plagued with a fever
the one you're familiar with,
I see your name written in ink;
I delenda the words,
but in my mind they're on repeat
cantilatting to a forever song
catch a glimpse of my heart;
my lungs too, are inaling you,
you make me feel panurgic
your hand will never be free;
from holding mine,
that's how the universe planned it
and that's how it will be,
I'm lost within you,
don't ever let me be found
ignore the missing reports
just let me read you sweet poetry,
something to pass the time
something to help us sleep.
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