i’ve yet to title this new poem. won’t you give me a suggestion for a title, in the comments below? THAT will be a fun way to dialogue 😉
the love of my life and my wish to die
you are my wail and you are my sigh
you are my start and my short, sharp stop
my daily bread, my cherry on top
my tripwire, wound and the sprinkled salt
you are my cure and you are my fault
you are the gash in my bone, gaping wide
you are my gentle bandage, wound tight inside
my ache and my soothe
my rattle, my muse
my live wire and my dead tired
my innocent flesh on my funeral pyre
you are my up and my upside down
my heart, my heartbreak, my thorn, my crown
you open my soul and my mind and my legs
and you snuff out my spark with one angry breath
you own me, you set me free, you never were the boss of me
my ring finger, my middle finger
my pleasure, my pain
my burnt, my luminous
again and again and again

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i await your title suggestion, in the comments below,

PS: photo by Julia Maryanska