I have no words.
To come to me in faded visions
would be a miracle I would
latch onto like mist of rain
after I have slept too long.
Containment of skin, I feel
breath and air and flesh
move me, through me, am me.
Chipping nails and chewing lips,
I wish I had more words inside me.
---Joy, who wishes she had not stopped coming here regularly!--- |
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