Monday, July 11, 2011

Day 721: your love

the basin we spent our spring filling
have come up dry
left us thirty
it ssummer
and the heat is wet
the back of our necks are sticky
we rather not be touched
but are begging for someone to stop and watch
hold me
i'd scream if they air could hold my plea
every part of my is dehydrated
turned to dust
my bones are brittle
your malleability
is only a curse to my lips
you are everything that can be healed
i am everything
you will leave

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