Lips parting only for
expected lines.
Never for that passionate
intimacy.

My feet bare beside your
protection.
I ran ahead to
pretend you weren't my
Core.

In between the lyrics
of our favorite songs,
is me: begging
for a stripping
of skins.

The exterior of me refuses to
sink to my knees.
The interior of me refuses to
stand emotionless.

I know the suns
of the water
reflect the truth.

This is another
contradiction of nature
like the leaves meeting earth
only when dead.

I brush you out
of my strands,
while water cleanses you
from my cells.

I inhale the whispered words
of the wind
so they will

never reach you.

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