Tendrils motion me forward,
wading dangles prepared to pull me back into the fray, floating in deep eddie’s
where I’ll be forced to stay.
In the muck, murky drowning pools.
I’ve learned to love this beautiful decay,
this world in my brain–100 miles away.
You and I in one last heated embrace, singe the flesh from the surface of our beaming sunspots. Blinding in its current state…
Fresh on our hearts,
dismembered and cupped
in tendriled arms, stronger than ours,
a recall of all former events, held us so close, burning, etched.

You are still mine. And I’m fucking naive.

Tired, but lucid,
fighting for your return,
from the arms of your lover.

Nowhere in this world.

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