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John Destalo Oct 2020
we take turns

writing down
our secrets

we memorized
the pattern

for creating
a perfect flight

we press
down hard

on each fold

we find a place
where we can

be alone when
the air is calm

so each flight
ends safely

in our hands
John Destalo Oct 2020
with every part
she plays

she pulls me in

a lightness to
her depth

I could breathe
in her darkest

matters

she never
blends in

she never
stands out

she becomes
each life

she plays

to every life
she lives
John Destalo Oct 2020
your secrets
are not buried

beneath rubble
they are right

there for anyone
to see

anyone with the
right eyes in

their mind

to see what is
right in front

of them
John Destalo Oct 2020
I have this mind

it is too heavy
to float

I sink in thought
and drown in

theories or dreams

weaving equations
or explanations

depending if I
fancy numbers

or words

sometimes my mind
is so heavy

I can’t get out
of bed for days
John Destalo Oct 2020
with the tightest
of grips I hold
on to what was
become a statue
no one wants
to visit or clean
so that
all the hardness
holding me
together
turns me brittle
and like an old
leaf meeting
two feet
I break apart
and dissolve
into dust
John Destalo Oct 2020
I wake
at night
the stars dance
to god’s hum
nature plays
her tunes
that blend
so easily
everything
knows it
part by heart
there is no
stopping to
think
there are no
streams into
or out of
this place
you have to
get here alone
through silence
John Destalo Oct 2020
there is no
light in the sky

this dark has
no name

she is not
presence

she is absence
somehow she

knows me

with black cat
eyes she calls me

by my name

I am obedient
to her every sin

scared of my
own potential

I could only
really live

when inside
her skin
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