my words lately have taken that edge i so strongly do not like, too removed to fill anyone's heart, too full to take to the sky. still, yet, they have gathered, and i do take flight, and these are what came to nothing, this december catching:
I
i thought of you at this moment and my mind went limp like glass, or static, or passing.
II
you struck my match and took to the streets, and i have mistaken so many hearts, for they shimmer in the light.
III
and i see in your eyes an ampersand.
IV
my breath traces like midnight to your stare, lightning bolts toppling the crown, scraping the nose, arcing the kiss.
V
there: no more hiding. i have told the truth and taken the rejection.
VI
put your walls up. (always at the tipping point, bathed in white.)
VII
say the love out loud. (or it dies.)
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