Your smile to me was the fire that split
from blackened coal lips to jagged uplift,
your reach within courted me into it,
fragility. Like how the blind touch, sift
our language. I craved you mine, shivering
darkness.
You were still sky, draped velvet veil
living
in second state, and lingering
my
whispers of love coursing and frail.
I dreamt you blank faced at night, your atoms
encasing the universal veil to
light and no flesh, filtrating pure acid
I touched you corroding and knew,
the surreptitious peek, your flash white bone
raw
metamorphism, against the lock door.
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