“there
was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
then
to feel you deep in my heart” –smith
smithsonian
solitude
in
an unopened exhibit
body
broken, not exquisite
like
a window without a view
home
to my bones, wall of your arms
in
corners of complacency
long
dark back alley vacancy
echoing
with silent alarms
my
memory making moments
into
more then what they ever were
perception
is what we prefer
not
the crosses of atonement
we
carry weight, but it’s not fate
just
ping pong atoms colliding
we
seek fetal for the hiding
the
knife slice of life feels like hate
strong
to belong with want of crawl
will
you cringe with tears on your lap
can
i put a pin on love’s map?
that
with you i won’t feel so small
that
in the parade of bad days
i
am not looking for changes
there’s
no safety on open ranges
nothing
that can make it go away
but
before i return to the fray
can
i be strengthened by your comfort?
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