Grip & Kiss

Grip

Or forget your fists—

Latch,

Latch to the tryst

Or

You’re forgotten;

Get well,

Get well then

Or

Just hate yourself

For

Now;

I,

I

Waste my time thinking

Of

Entries to leave;

Flip

Through my story as it

Bleeds;

The cords

In my neck tighten

To

Speak.

 

 

Kiss

Loose lips

& sink her ships;

Lift

Air to mouth—

An ease of passing

Down,

The air goes to wherever its

Safe

Or

Left to

Beasts

We once

Needed;

Her last offering

Of eyes to me

Can’t see me

Approaching

From

Up,

Up

Close, so

Better off

From

Afar

I will

Be.

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