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Guide me. Guide me, take me, lead me, tease me. When you bite, I twitch. When you suck, I moan. I am a canvas, paint me red. Speckled with the inexorable feelings of being plucked like a string, I am yours for the taking, quivering and shaking. I am delicate, like glass, Muscovite skin and crystalline bones. Undivided, undecided, only slightly slighted, I am yours and in this moment I am whole.
In this moment I am so proud and strong and in this one single, clear, glistening moment when I hold my breath and press up closer, I forget that I have no home. I forget that I am scratched and bleeding, my poor broken heart never heeding the fact that I no longer accept promises as currency for anything. I forget to breathe, I forget to think, I forget to quiver and cry and cover my eyes and apologize. I just...am. Over and over, I am I am I am.
I am with every single heartbeat you grant me with your hand on my chest, I am so very completely with my mind at quiet rest, I am in every second that you grant me together with you, something akin to alive and pulsing, a supernova breathing for you. I don't have to think about the way my skin is pulled taut, crisscrossed and slashed and covered in the quiet doubts I'm too afraid to shout about...but probably would if you told me to with your hand around my throat like I'll only let you do.
We pause, catch up to our tongues as they babble and waggle, obscene and romantic and slighty pedantic, picking apart each logistical flaw, each historical cranny and structural misintegrity where somebody dared to lie and pretend that they were anything to us. I am all blue eyes, I am all skin and blood and breath rushing through me, hot and wisped. Delicateness never felt so together, so absolutely pristine in the knowledge that it is as flawed as possible and yet forever meant to be this way, a church for your kneeling, a place for my healing found deep in your arms, your lips tracing scars and my eyes on the stars. They say that this is life. They say it's ending soon. I find myself completely when I wrap myself in you.
In this moment I am so proud and strong and in this one single, clear, glistening moment when I hold my breath and press up closer, I forget that I have no home. I forget that I am scratched and bleeding, my poor broken heart never heeding the fact that I no longer accept promises as currency for anything. I forget to breathe, I forget to think, I forget to quiver and cry and cover my eyes and apologize. I just...am. Over and over, I am I am I am.
I am with every single heartbeat you grant me with your hand on my chest, I am so very completely with my mind at quiet rest, I am in every second that you grant me together with you, something akin to alive and pulsing, a supernova breathing for you. I don't have to think about the way my skin is pulled taut, crisscrossed and slashed and covered in the quiet doubts I'm too afraid to shout about...but probably would if you told me to with your hand around my throat like I'll only let you do.
We pause, catch up to our tongues as they babble and waggle, obscene and romantic and slighty pedantic, picking apart each logistical flaw, each historical cranny and structural misintegrity where somebody dared to lie and pretend that they were anything to us. I am all blue eyes, I am all skin and blood and breath rushing through me, hot and wisped. Delicateness never felt so together, so absolutely pristine in the knowledge that it is as flawed as possible and yet forever meant to be this way, a church for your kneeling, a place for my healing found deep in your arms, your lips tracing scars and my eyes on the stars. They say that this is life. They say it's ending soon. I find myself completely when I wrap myself in you.
One of the poems I am most proud of c:
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