you are a war
in itself
a war against
those who would
wish us away
you are a battle
in my hands
a puzzle that will
fall apart a thousand times
without me there to
piece it back together
and i will
i will
until the end of time
the arch of your upper lip
like a bow crafted of willow
the bottom curved and soft
between my teeth
it's a bowstring
pulled taut
the rough of your palms
terrain jagged and wild
each callous a
mountaintop
a feature on a map
that i know better than my own soul
the valleys that scars make
winding up your
skin
rivers of silver-webbed
spiders' silk
that ensnare me within their
hold
the dark of your eyes
like the depths of a thousand
abysses
the promise of
death's kiss
and the peace it will bring
if before i fall
you are not standing beside me.
YOU ARE READING
to the dreamers
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