Your secret wrenched
my breath
away from my lungs blithe
their unguarded life
left in its place a field
of burning pride, singed tips
of innocence i felt for you, glowing
flowers in the fire
my stomach jammed with jagged
stones which ground and bore
against themselves as if making meal
all these things until whispers
of surrender contrived
nests within the eaves
of my torrid mind
and with it returned the ease
of a sleeping child.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Your secret wrenched
my breath
away from my lungs blithe
their unguarded life
left in its place a field
of burning pride, singed tips
of innocence i felt for you, glowing
flowers in the fire
my stomach jammed with jagged
stones which ground and bore
against themselves as if making meal
all these things until whispers
of surrender contrived
nests within the eaves
of my torrid mind
and with it returned the ease
of a sleeping child.
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