but yours
the band warms your finger; what was yours, you give; i am confused by your giving; i have kissed that movement so many times; i still do not understand it; i know what i have for you, always; but yours have questions spilling from my lips what would otherwise be full in silence,
constricted
the coils wrap tighter, i hadn’t thought of tighter spirals; but these lines impress me, constricted; criss-cross cuts; wired, pieces and fragments; i don’t want to forget but i have forgotten, i like overlaps, words on top of words, with enough of it i am back to the beginning,
beyond
i will drink the poisoned cup your hands drop into mine; even if the moon sets behind your eyes; i will drink it, and long after the embers have smothered; i will still hold nothing against you; how could i fight what is beyond me; how could i fight..
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