i
misinterpreted his lines
across
his eyes for numbness.
he
breathes and i know he
still
writes our names across
the
universes’ drunks.
i left
without leaving your eyes
and
when we sleep i
am
withered away.
punching your brick walled
embroidery depleted my
untamed tangible breathes.
fair and casted away while
we lay awake in aptitude of
words.
solidarity forms our person
into this;
soul abode of freedom
smiles.
