had brought us together. No eyes
No skin, no lips, no sensual breath
sucking in all of our scattered lives
Into a white hole of hands held on
dark, unending starlit nights
Could restrain those floods of
Clamorous, cruel, crushing words
My words, your words, our needless words
And now with those broken, scattered
Words, I plead and I pray to gods
Of the past, present and of pain
To never make me whole again
Without a golden seam of this
Beautiful mess running through,
Each drop of blood in my veins
My very spine,
Eyes, skin, lips and sensual breath
Who knows, maybe with each curve
Filled with crumbling words;
All my straight lines will atlast
Tumble and fall through these
Remaining cracks in my soul
And what would remain then,
Is a darkened seamline. No words
will ever regret, having ever been
Broken. And I will be whole again
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