You appear,
we speak for a while.
Where is your heart?
Will you join us?
Dark black soil
to stain your skin.
Idea held the knife
to your mind
and spoke, enters;
such absence.
If I wander here,
I trample your soul.
Let me tell you softly
what I heard
that hour,
close.
Closer than I
can hold.
Kindness
fell softly through
my fingertips,
softly through
my soul,
like memory
or water.
Heart unweaves
in words that tremble.
Fragments, silk that falls,
and I hold in my hands.
How can I,
such hands?
Too far;
this peak too high
to breach;
oh, how can I speak.
Crush my heart. Please,
take my life, and
give me away.
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I know, this is longer than the promised short poems for the rest of the year- it's actually from a while ago (I wasn't sure about it), though somewhat rewritten.
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