
You.
It’s always been, given to me once
at the precipice of a love
filled with tales
grim
and others’ riding the backs of whales
I listen for you in the nightshade
of a heart asundered
by the mere mention of your name in pale
and indigo fibers
filled with stitched together riders
their hearts, gold through and through
just like the love I feel for you
A moment.
I pause to breathe
and exhale the scent of jasmine
realizing you’ve come to me in time
with the music I hear, for two, everytime to my heart
nearer, are
You.
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