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You saw him...
You liked him...
You wanted him...
You needed him...
You asked him...
You got him...
He broke you...
He wanted you back...
He got you again...
You married him...
Had kids with him...
You despies him...
You hate him...
You **** him...
idk how to feel bout this one
I saw some
mushrooms here together
growing on a log decayed by the weather
this morning they were here now reminiscences
the stools wild delicate looked like mottled houses
from afar build on the slopes on top of a hill spread
around dampened undergrowth on the ground
they settled well
ephemeral though
really I don't know
will they come home
again after the rain
on the log in the
shade  traces
of white
faces
That sparkle in your eye has gone
to a place nobody knows.
Your heart broke to pieces from the fall
to the hole where nobody goes.

And no one cares to ask at all
or to even understand.
It's hard to imagine the flight and fall
when you're safe in solid land.

No one ever knows what goes on behind the scenes.
It's not often filled with hope and your wildest dreams.
Pain does exist and it changes a person
But, I understand what goes on in your universe

But more, let me see

Where your smile and laugh has gone
I want to liberate your reality
of this pain that now feels just like home
but this isn't how life should be.

How can this be a life for someone like you?
You have dreams and goals that remain.
You used to see the light, it was always shining through.
You knew you could get through the cloud and rain.

But you refrain from telling us what goes on behind the scenes.
I feel like I'm losing you, like you lost sight of your dreams.
And, although I try. I really try. I will never understand what changed your universe
You were born bone
I became tattoo
flesh tethered your scaffolding
Under my beautiful scars

Thin paint, Stinging red
Constellations of wings
Left them with fingernails
Your soft shoulderblades
snug under pale skin

A bit lip tease soft blonde hairs one by one
Down tips underneath
the divet in your neck.
I admire the canvas of your spine back to me, all red wing stinging.
Ready to fly off
Moving thigh and held
Shifting maroon blankets.
My mouth smirks
Attempts to hide how desperate
To taste it is.

Sweet bird. Sweet angel.
Awake all night
With a tattoo of an arrow
And her hand
Pressed to her forehead.

A glass of water.
Towel held like a childs blanket.
Still white.
Even used, it is still fresh linen smell.
We are still fresh linen smell.
Your hipbones agree.
My thumbs asked them.

I kiss your feathers gentle and let them burn softly as I trail down.

Your whimpers send me skyward.
Lighter headed now
Tight cheeked.

More rustled blanket
Your thigh dances over hipbones.
I feel the tethers between bone and canvas
Scar and silk.
Warm in these wings
Stars in this constellation.
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