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Our Last & Present Love & Our Lost & Present Low

by wordsalwayshurt

with you on concrete & paint   no, i won't throw that away this time   my heart open & full of the sun's rays   running away & into this beautiful Fall   but it's near midnight now   & i never thought it'd be so simple   dance with me here   & plant your seed into my cobblestone bosom   where & here   there were warmth   & i transfer & give it to you   awkwardly & sincerely but not desperately   not this time   this time puppy   i tell you it's cold here   & this time i focus on the future   with its snow   & with my socks wet   & with me tossing   & with me turning   & slapping my ear   inferno   so very angry that this bloodsucker is here   hiding my demons   & hauling them here & there   into church   & then into the bathroom   i sing   & i vomit   & into there i collapse   into your heart & into your scar   some hazy story about who he was   or my intention   Jupiter holds a moon & expels me   & Saturn holds my ring & inhales me   here in this thresher   the old bayonet   & the knee crunching   the rib scratched   & the ambrosia   softly & slowly   pooling up & falling   from wound & from Christ's   sharing His sentiment   & his flame   a kiss from the hem   & i'm sewn together   my glass eye falling & stuck   staring at our messiah as i lift & am pulled   i am a womb with a love so true   truth of the matter i'd give it to you   you just have to slow down   & quit acting that way   burning our barn in this honky tonk flame   removing this eye   tossing it aside   unsure of the fit   or the meaning   unfit to fix my illness   my messiah looks up towards me   as i slink into this alley   rubbing my nose   & feeling my knuckles' wound   fill with someone else's blood   again   i tell you   it's clear & it's now   & i tell you that i'm still & i'm   warm with intent   yet repetition fails me   & that isn't magic   that isn't supernatural   nearing clairvoyance   & out of my mind   i move into country   & forget the city's pennies   & both of their worth   is it more than me   is it easier than me   is it listening & deserving   these fall & slide off as easy as my skirt   & i am asked to share   & i look   into the messiah's eyes with   mine own good and behaved   an angel broken   & me slowing down   on the rope   on the rope   good   and for nothing   i'm still & i'm tied   finally present & finally still   (satellite, encompass me & sever this confusion   it was north my heart faced   & south which they left behind   now it is you & I   me with tears on my feet & mud in my eyes   simpler dishes I cook & break   shorter hairs i trim & fret over   if i stare into this book & if my eyes fall apart   if i drool into this alley & soak in the loss,   i'll be free   i'll be still)   *** Act II.   i'll find my injury   Act III.   Finally.   Act IV.   & sweetly, quietly,   painlessly   without regret,   mistake or confusion.   Act V.   I'll close my eyes & disappear
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Nov 23, 2025
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