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Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Treaties


I have no right to hold you
     nor you, me
no birthright passage through
     your sea
There exist no treaties between the nations of your eyes
     and mine.

We are two planets
two bodies in space
rotating and
flopping wildly towards each other
an inexcusable collision
given the vastness of life

Still
what is it that coats your skin
what salt
on the rim of your transparent heart
that draws me in
mixes in my own watering mouth
and burns on the way down?

You don't belong to me
     as ever
Your arms are not
     my coat
to don when I am shivering.


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