in emptiness is the lips
of a statue, carved engraved birthed
from stone.
primordial and proud;
enticing and seductive leaning
over my bed fluttering my eyes
shut planting a round
meaningless kiss on my silent lips.
in emptiness is meaning that is not found
but earned
in my poems are references
to people that did not exist
and
days that did not happen,
yet if you read them you will recognise yourself.
i’m writing about you.
in meaning is intention; intentional love
intentional movement
shifting through my bedsheets
with measured twitches and stretches
like
anything in the universe is intentional
in sleep is
tangles and images of pink
and blue
bedsheets
and heavy tired limbs
and dreams of you.
in dreams of you
you are a young girl and i
have never and will never love
anyone more than you
and you fit in my arms
like i was made for you.
oh my favourite part is that i was.
i was.
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