Leonora Carrington
I do not wish to be your consort
Your protege, your unisex servant
I do not want to stand demure behind, beneath.
In all enticement a blackguard holds
Hostage the bastion of your heart
That I shall never know your face
As it appears before waking
Only the able smiles applied forthwith
The silentious migration of our hearts
Conversations abate but do not dissolve
The imposition of volitional space
Wherever our lips meet there is a war
Intentions coiled like a noose
Promises of reunion and civility
Occasions that never present
Occasions that pass forgotten until
Inquiry reaps a deadening excuse
I stand here fractured
From womb to sternum
Whilst you sheath your hands
Inside chagrined pockets
We never touch on departure
So I say to you hello instead
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I am a well. I runneth deep,
Open-mouthed, and thirsty
I watch you pass above
Grey-hued and capricious
Fill me with your bones
With the calcified lightening
Of your heavenly intentions
Leave me not the relic
Of an exiled civilization
Leave me not to wonder
At the quantity of your love
Say to me now, as always, hello
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