Press your palm into mine
brand me with your vulnerability and
your violence
your ugly and your vengeful
your rancor and your rust.
Let's make plans the length of our arm
and see where the sky slides below the horizon
bending the stars beneath the earth
to melt into the formless void
their fading light dripping slowly
through god's epochal fingers.
Elbow to elbow
wrist to wrist
Our bones bear witness to the truth of our blood.
If a single inch of skin
whispers my name
send
word.
I'll keep a light on.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
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