It’s as if time floods back and forth through my veins, numbing my arms
A thousand lifetimes where where we know the shape of each other’s skin
like the seed knows to grow
And the wood knows the split and crack of years
A thousand you and me.
But sovereign sister, my red queen,
We only have this
The ropes in our hearts spread taught
Our souls waiting, incomplete
Hands groping for ghosts of touch.
When I first map your jawline with my lips,
I will know the path, and make a new one.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
It’s as if time floods back and forth through my veins, numbing my arms
A thousand lifetimes where where we know the shape of each other’s skin
like the seed knows to grow
And the wood knows the split and crack of years
A thousand you and me.
But sovereign sister, my red queen,
We only have this
The ropes in our hearts spread taught
Our souls waiting, incomplete
Hands groping for ghosts of touch.
When I first map your jawline with my lips,
I will know the path, and make a new one.
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