the nights shift incessantly
between the coiled conversation,
about semantics of life
the arrival and departure of distilled solitude
at a point of growling sleep patterns
my words think they are tool
to carve
to emboss a pain onto the strangers arms
about melancholic shifting dreams,
the mosiac vintage art
my nakedness is a cry to the limbs out of balance
they cringe,
they wither away
like soft paper dreams,
crushed under the sinking elbow
again
and
again.
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Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-
MY VALIANT SOUL 