July 2015 (2)

11 July 2015 at 17:02 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

all was new to me
when I was floating inside her
our story was there
and was in the universe
rolled a dice
no one could hold us down
long crouching hours finally crushed the hips
but we kept fingers laced together as a bridge

the story was about:
unclotted eyes,
pinky gums that haven’t chewed the flesh,
dwelling on how to fill the gaps in all conversations to come
‘I’ was used as a vowel
to embody hard-limbed plastic
glossy-eye whites with shellac lashes
we lived the living for unconditional love
as we both hated the attention
and desperately needed it (06th July 2015)

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