your mouth has lived far too long within me.
my lip stained blood quickens when I think,
boils when I remember, and cools when I'm longing.
Your eyes still reach for me, if only in my head. I saw such wonder, but so quickly they turned to a prison, containing me in your verdigrised irises.
I made no conscious choice; the heart has its own volatile volition. and the heart caused suffering.
And we died together, by inches, our legs untangling, our fingers falling loose, our eyes drifting until we said goodbye, and even one last kiss had no resuscitative power.
But I remember how your lips stained my blood, even though that old blood has long been washed away.
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