in the open of my arms
the lines set us apart. and in
the circle of our names we
gather eyelids that dropped
while stripping us away.
when we met you slid
down my tongue into
a fortress of regret ,
fear,
pain and born again,
love.
but i am a forest nymph
awaiting glory clouds to
rain fists from the forgotten
bruises.
wondering how i misspelled
our own astrology...
got me to this palace of
unknown spaces
between us, that existed the
whole time.
