we were born between
the ribs of our last
breaths, ones that made
ghosts out of us
this isn’t a haunting, darling
no–it’s just the opposite
you are my north star
and forever I will follow
in life and in death
i’ll make a casket out of
the backs of your knees
the ones that bend as you
whisper a litany of devotion
to me, to us
and so it goes, just as
it’s always been–
when you wake, i will wake
when you sleep, i will sleep
neither of us, brave enough
to face a moment without
we will die, just as we were
born, my love. on the slow
exhale of our mirrored lungs
and the warmth of our bodies
will mourn for our departed souls
come morning, we will
shed our moth wings
and search for the heat of
a new sun.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
we were born between
the ribs of our last
breaths, ones that made
ghosts out of us
this isn’t a haunting, darling
no–it’s just the opposite
you are my north star
and forever I will follow
in life and in death
i’ll make a casket out of
the backs of your knees
the ones that bend as you
whisper a litany of devotion
to me, to us
and so it goes, just as
it’s always been–
when you wake, i will wake
when you sleep, i will sleep
neither of us, brave enough
to face a moment without
we will die, just as we were
born, my love. on the slow
exhale of our mirrored lungs
and the warmth of our bodies
will mourn for our departed souls
come morning, we will
shed our moth wings
and search for the heat of
a new sun.
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