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Friday 15 July 2016

Up

There is an
Aspiration for up
When sideways might be more full of joy
When down might be more realistic

When losing momentum and
Staying
Willfully
Might be braver, even

But the sky still governs our senses
As impossible as the stars will always be
Our orientation remains,
Stubbornly
Stunningly

Up

Mirror

I have been used
To mirroring you

Your rage
Your joy
Your twists

I unentangled myself
From you by
Chewing through my
Veins

Quenching the bloodflow
With my fingers

Sewing myself back together
With skin gathered from
Lashes on my back

It is just after the operation
I am in isolation
Finding my mouth again

Finding pockets of emptiness
Looking absently for a mirror
To find you in
To fill me again, then

My veins remind me of how I
Had to tear them from you
My arms bare the scars of my stitches,

To ease the emptiness ache, then
I have to relearn my own reflection

Palm


My palm lies on yours
An anxiety of skin
What peace does love bring?