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My skin curls back and away like burning parchment. Mid-
May sunlight is an accomplished mapmaker, I’ve found. I watch
as new roadways careen across my forearms, wonder
at the momentary islands rising up along the patient river
of my spine. I spot pockmarked burial grounds blooming
between my shoulder blades. And as I walk those spaces
with my eyes, I remember the secrets that long-ago boy left
in my country, hands pressing against my sacred hills,
then enfolding and finally resting in the simple basin
just beneath my collarbones and above my breasts––
in supplication for what he believed might not come to pass.
May sunlight is an accomplished mapmaker, I’ve found. I watch
as new roadways careen across my forearms, wonder
at the momentary islands rising up along the patient river
of my spine. I spot pockmarked burial grounds blooming
between my shoulder blades. And as I walk those spaces
with my eyes, I remember the secrets that long-ago boy left
in my country, hands pressing against my sacred hills,
then enfolding and finally resting in the simple basin
just beneath my collarbones and above my breasts––
in supplication for what he believed might not come to pass.
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us,
us,
sprawled under the midmorning sun,
breathing the dew-vapor of freshly mown grass,
books sprawled on our chests.
we fade in and fade out
with the sticky exhaustion of doing nothing.
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hold yourself together
there is a fire in this heart
i am dying from the
inside
out
i fall in and out of love with you every day
because i never know what
love
actually is
i am a mess
i am not yours
i am no one's
hereby i have been declared nothing
i am not in love with you
my feelings are mixing in the depth of this
shallow mind, i
can only dream about loving you
and face the reality that
my name will never be uttered by your lips
i care too deeply
for this to be okay.
i spend much of my night
dreaming about the way
your day
must feel
better than mine
better that me
a delicate state is
no excuse
it's
my excuse
i would prefer not to ex
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Just the two of Us.
Sitting here cuddling your shirt
wishing you were in it,
sitting here with me
your arms around my shoulders
comforting me, keeping me safe.
My lips long for yours,
for your soft kiss, your sweet caress,
your fingers through my hair,
your eyes discovering mine
every time you look my way.
I need you here, next to me
just curled up, talking,
hoping, dreaming,
doing all the things we do
Together, just us.
Just the two of us.
Always.
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