shame presses me into wax

sunrise refuses entrance

violet to blued yellow

speak our tip

pick up your skirts

trailing mud

scrutinize choice

stitch it in straight rows

comb me center

no apology rinses

empty of humiliation

when bending on one knee

I marry my sorrow

into safe interlaced fingers

bergamot heated behind shuffled pearls

spilt in loosened grasp

carve our outcomes

on the outline of mountains

capturing our run

from sin, swelling in burgundy hearts

stray further in spin

where lights never dim

soon we need not beg

for permission to be


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