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erica court May 2015
in you,
you toss and you turn
in your sleep      
                         on the rough edges of memories
                and the end of a season unknown to you
                    you've woken me up
          with your interference, you make me worry
           you say you were back in the house
     and he was there; your friends were there
still trapped, and how you wanted to go back
to them all
how they didn't realize they were trapped in his abuse


     we cried for hours
                                       the pills to help you sleep
      no longer helped and churns your stomach
      i wish that i could undo those knots
          and remove the stress that wrinkles your cheeks
          but my greatest fear
   is that you'll follow your own words
   back to the place i rescued you from
   and i'll wake next to an empty pillow
   i see in your eyes your conviction
erica court May 2015
drunk on each other's turpentine
from your wet kisses
       your wet body wedged between
        my wet body and the kitchen counter
        the sky's rim breaching through windows
you'll find my love between the soul and shadow
the equinox of days and night,

i love you and your secrets buried in the unbloomed flower
        keeping its petals to itself
the fragrance of rain and the aroma of earth
        i will wander amongst these fields, open
        i watched you grow
i will not love you a certain way, as i do not know how
        i will only love so close that with your hands on my
        *******, they become close like hands
   i will only love so close that your eyes will see what
        i dream of when i sleep
i will only love, because i only can love
erica court May 2015
upended, the pale side
of earth pointed to skies
we lay there in silence,
returning our pace in
each other's gaze, feeling still
in the gales of breathing
winged, in her current, she
in mine, nurturing and
murmuring, susurrous
in the calm underbelly
nestling and repairing;
soft tones of laughter's air
erica court May 2015
you
if your heart is one
mine is one too,
if you are a machine
than i am, too
dont stare at me
slack-jawed, if you can comprehend
that
you
are
flesh and blood and thought
than i am flesh and blood
driven by thoughts of you
there is one thing
and that is you
and i am that one thing
as long as you are too
if you are a child
than i am too
if you rest,
than i will too
you are light,
i am when i am with you
in you i see me,
in me you see you
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