You

You are sat in the pupil of my eye

I am in the neck of a bottle

Above the shiny hoards of gold

That make your heart

Your hand rests

In the small of my back like a poem

Each road I take alone

Is a dead end

A cul-de-sac of strangers

Who gesture in a language

I do not speak

To lose you

My heart would have to

Shed a skin

And slither low bellied

Back into the scrubland

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10 responses to “You

  1. Genuinely stunning. Panda isn’t even going to make a joke.

  2. Oh. Beautiful. “Your hand rests/In the small of my back like a poem”

    I love.

  3. Reblogged this on ruleofstupid and commented:
    Because it’s really good.

  4. it really is good, like the images…especially: “My heart would have to
    Shed a skin And slither low bellied Back into the scrubland”

  5. I found this on ruleofstupid and I am glad I did. Thank you.

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