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It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
Me,
the sea,
shooting stars.
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
Sta.sh
