i have folded the night…
deeply
…into a
[box],
on a shelf
high
and...placed it
the quiet violence of MISS_align_MENT
surrounds me.
the moon (((hums))) in the window…
distant and so cold
a dim glow,
no judgment
tonight,
Instead i fold myself small,
a hand withdrawn>>>>>>>>>> from flame.
“you are always reaching”, she says
a city flickering beyond my hands,
a radio signal swallowed in the hills.
i am so tired…
not of you.
of the weight of it, the loss,
the map unraveling…too many uncertain roads.
i am StRuGgLiNg to be a quiet thing,
a …shoreline… where you breathe,
To NOT be another voice DEMANDING.
“i will not ask for fire tonight.” i profess…
“i will not ask for warmth.”
“but i will come to you still”, she sings
hands empty, heart full of ghosts.
and if i do not touch you like before…
it is not because i do not want to.
it is because i am learning
how to stay.
i am a door left_ _open…
not sure if i want you to step_ _through
or if i should [close it] _myself.
i stand in the [frame], ~wind~ against my r i b s,
………………………………………………………waiting for a language
i dare not speak,
an answer that is never coming.
“my hands are full of unfinished things!”, she cries
(my) love should not feel like gravity,
but sometimes even light is…heavy.
i do not know how to say…
“wait for me!”, (but do not wait for me).
"the candle will wait” i, sigh
"the stars will not rush us."
tonight we will be two …distant… …bodies…
beneath one …quiet… …sky…
next to one …RAGING… …sea…
tomorrow…
…tomorrow we will see.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
i have folded the night…
deeply
…into a
[box],
on a shelf
high
and...placed it
the quiet violence of MISS_align_MENT
surrounds me.
the moon (((hums))) in the window…
distant and so cold
a dim glow,
no judgment
tonight,
Instead i fold myself small,
a hand withdrawn>>>>>>>>>> from flame.
“you are always reaching”, she says
a city flickering beyond my hands,
a radio signal swallowed in the hills.
i am so tired…
not of you.
of the weight of it, the loss,
the map unraveling…too many uncertain roads.
i am StRuGgLiNg to be a quiet thing,
a …shoreline… where you breathe,
To NOT be another voice DEMANDING.
“i will not ask for fire tonight.” i profess…
“i will not ask for warmth.”
“but i will come to you still”, she sings
hands empty, heart full of ghosts.
and if i do not touch you like before…
it is not because i do not want to.
it is because i am learning
how to stay.
i am a door left_ _open…
not sure if i want you to step_ _through
or if i should [close it] _myself.
i stand in the [frame], ~wind~ against my r i b s,
………………………………………………………waiting for a language
i dare not speak,
an answer that is never coming.
“my hands are full of unfinished things!”, she cries
(my) love should not feel like gravity,
but sometimes even light is…heavy.
i do not know how to say…
“wait for me!”, (but do not wait for me).
"the candle will wait” i, sigh
"the stars will not rush us."
tonight we will be two …distant… …bodies…
beneath one …quiet… …sky…
next to one …RAGING… …sea…
tomorrow…
…tomorrow we will see.
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