I walk backwards across
Your fractured carapace
Blood pulsing
Behind heartsick eyes
*
There is much in you
That remains unseen
Memories knotted within
White-knuckled fists
I bate you with my tongue
But there is no sound
Capable of dissolving
Your laconic sneer
*
The air is always heavier
When your lips slide
Beneath the dimensions
Of our adjoining hearts
I follow you milk-hued
Into another maelstrom
*
Your sense of despair
Is neoteric each heartbreak
Is consummated with
Unprecedented intensity
I never manage
To arrest your fall
But sometimes
I precede you
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I wasn’t able to find a picture that satisfied my needs. The picture I used is certainly beautiful but I had something else in mind.
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