clandestiny

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited August 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i'm afraid
we don't have the time it takes
to fix this clock

and i'm afraid
i'm not
a frayed not hanging on

and my bones have
this crush
on yours

as we move
as you walk
i firmly believe
your body is a map
of a long-forgotten
constellation
burning comets
so intent on melting
that they move around you
like my hands would
if they could survive the cold
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