Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Fragment #129


I wish she hadn't let her silences
stroke my soul and my eyes

I wish she hadn't looked at me
as if she kissed my whole body

I wish she hadn't written those words
which now echo in my house of cards

I wish she hadn't brushed her fingertips
over my chin, my cheeks, my lips.

But she did. And now that she's gone
I wish I had been heartspoken.
 
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