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If I stand here can you still feel me? The coarse threads, silky strands, The moving flesh and heart, Stilled by solid ice of bones. Blinking is of no avail, I think, I can still see everything, though the illumination is faint, As if I’m watching the world change colours from light to dark, from dark to darker; By now I can’t even read your expression, because I never knew the first thing about you, And you never tried to understand me. At times when the room was spinning and I tried to speak, To make you comprehend the warmth, the stretch, the combustion inside me, The only answer I received was a hot gush of breath leaving your parted lips, And I lost the fight against the white blaze burning behind my eyelids. Just now do I realize, as I reach for your hand in mid-air and lace my fingers with yours, That the unwavering darkness of your gaze made my lights fade out. But I don’t feel the loss, no wave of remorse washes over me, Because your black is more radiant, than my white ever could have been.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Going blind
If I stand here can you still feel me? The coarse threads, silky strands, The moving flesh and heart, Stilled by solid ice of bones. Blinking is of no avail, I think, I can still see everything, though the illumination is faint, As if I’m watching the world change colours from light to dark, from dark to darker; By now I can’t even read your expression, because I never knew the first thing about you, And you never tried to understand me. At times when the room was spinning and I tried to speak, To make you comprehend the warmth, the stretch, the combustion inside me, The only answer I received was a hot gush of breath leaving your parted lips, And I lost the fight against the white blaze burning behind my eyelids. Just now do I realize, as I reach for your hand in mid-air and lace my fingers with yours, That the unwavering darkness of your gaze made my lights fade out. But I don’t feel the loss, no wave of remorse washes over me, Because your black is more radiant, than my white ever could have been.
Arienai
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
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