I spent the evening lying in D's arms, watching a movie alone since he was asleep and I could feel his breathing and I thought of a peach pit, surrounded by the meat of the peach. I saw the similarity of us waiting the night out, waiting for morning.
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Your fleshy sweet holds still
Reverberating and ceaseless notes
From within my being.
Breathless, aching, vengeful,
I will give life if buried,
I will take it if eaten.
Silenced am I, here, with you
Wrapped around my ridges,
my curves, my imperfections.
Too short the time is
Before the sunlight swerves
Back to reveal us,
Back to devour our solitude.
1 comment:
I don't know, Rick, I think you're being WAY kind. Anyway, thanks for reading my "ode to a worried peach pit."
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