Nothing of your heart is granted
Though I hold supposedly the key
The lock has calcified
Too much saliva
The extrication of old sutures
With an arthritic tongue
I know that you do not deny me
That you have set so many traps
Against intrusion that you
Have become morally wounded
And thus incapable of answering.
The door remains bolt upright.
Like the starched flesh of an ancient beast
We measure it as one measures
The universe with both
Trepidation and awe
Knowing that all we possess
Is infinitesimal in relation
A single breath is at times
All we can muster
And at times a triumph
Worth more than the printing press
If I could I would write of our love
But no one would believe it
It’s too fantastical and the blankness
Of the mirror disputes you
That’s the price of immortality
Banishment and we in the dark
With our bones worn and hollow
And nothing but
A pale blue handkerchief
To absorb the anguish
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I did a reading but I am very shy and if anyone is at home with me I get very self-conscious so that’s why I sound distracted. Also I made a mistake I say mortally and not morally in the reading
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