I wrote in you then Closed my breathes and Stopped My eyes from Broken hearted airs. And he said to me " I love your disaster" And I said to him "you are my disaster". We studied our myths before This we summoned out Patronage Memories. Your abstract feelings wanted me Alive, so my death stopped crying. Raw braches hugged my begging Torso and its flawed heat Emptied my eyes. Severed My exhaustion of sleepy Poems. I’ve tasted your nights before And the sunlit amber morning after Kisses a feeling spread across our Beaten down chests. Lost in these healing roots Growing our way again.
