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Dec 2013
this is for the silence that speaks in our stead
for the darkness breached from my gaze to yours
for the taste of your hair in my hands
and for the breath that doesn’t know who it belongs to

this is for the night falling like autumn leaves
and the morning rising bare-limbed and beautiful

this is for that first conversation
when you put a defibrillator to my chest without ever yelling clear!
I swear it was all I could do to keep my knees from folding to the floor
when you looked at me like a shot of morphine
and spoke that sweet Siren song

girl I jumped in knowing I couldn’t swim
hoping the current would carry me closer
but instead it whirlpooled me into you
and I’ve been **** dizzy ever since
so its no wonder a night never dies
without me in your thighs
and you’re always gone before the sun rises

and I’m left to clean up this mess in my chest
and pack up these bones for when you need them again.
Written by
Christopher Plath
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