at last
we pass through dry grass,
the path carved
between two trees
embraced
& filled with the fever
of a moments lost corona.
the blades
prickle at our under-feet,
at the insides
of our sad eyes
that caramelize in rows,
stacked up
like my over-darling always.
there is a mirror
that i've seen the stars through;
childhood parading
vibrates to the sound of heartbeats.
i can still see you,
lips like thunderfold,
set on fire
in a forest retreating,
all ashes moving onward
destined for some distant urn,
some lovers arms
that sold the moon
to buy you smiling.
we've cleared the gutters
of the smallest vicious thorns.
the rest
hang from your rose filled beak
like missing sentences.
let the flowers fall
where they may,
but try to remember me
as if it ever mattered
at all,
as if one kiss
could twist the world asunder...
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Submission Name: twist the world asunder 
