Thus and So
pressed ...
kind as a criminal
your cold kisses clamped shut -
like a thousand stiff arms
they walled me in ...
I was your dirigible, soaring
promises made in passion and dreaming
(my horrid err)
the slender ropes you clung to
braided with expectation
pulling ...
pulling ...
pulling ...
hope, rusted by your
greedy weep
and the shine of love turned to
weight like iron -
you would give your
breaths, all, to keep me from the stars,
and I would waste those
precious wonders ...
to keep you from your
breaths.
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