a stretch of your skin cover from pole to pole
all that which i attempt to hide from
the world, a tear, a drop of blood, a bruise,
a scar with which all desire for you
keep it from healing – but who needs mending?
When this soul goes back and forth between
the sheets of laughter i gathered from
mornings i lied next to you, from midnights
i was caressed by your voice, tones and
shades of holy and pure light that pour
itself steadily upon memories mercilessly
chaining me to the gorge, falling forward
an empty space, a pit, an abyss, a time alone
with you singing to the wind.
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"You are my ever fixed mark, my unfailing compass and my invisible anchor in this journey I call life."
from http://www.curse-of-silence.blogspot.com/
correggere me: ever-fix
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