Muscle memory has made our movements
so cyclical
we
tangle ourselves up monthly
entering each others presences
with our
amens
your back an altar
that I worship at,
your arms the extent of the world that I acknowledge exits
for now
but the sunlight will always find its way
between us on your pillows
and will always rise
sure of its self
that is has picked the right moment because,
it is the golden boy of the family
and you
will always rise sure of the fact
that you must leave
because it is your ritual
to never expose enough to be a full picture
and I will allow myself to learn again
that the sun
is the brighter star here.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Muscle memory has made our movements
so cyclical
we
tangle ourselves up monthly
entering each others presences
with our
amens
your back an altar
that I worship at,
your arms the extent of the world that I acknowledge exits
for now
but the sunlight will always find its way
between us on your pillows
and will always rise
sure of its self
that is has picked the right moment because,
it is the golden boy of the family
and you
will always rise sure of the fact
that you must leave
because it is your ritual
to never expose enough to be a full picture
and I will allow myself to learn again
that the sun
is the brighter star here.
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