in plain sight.

by hiraeth   May 6, 2021


bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into
millions of gentle fists, punching the
ground in sorrow – not anger, lest
the floodgates open and we’re
forced to welcome an unwanted
monsoon. it's exculpatory –
we both know we wouldn’t weather
an outpouring by either’s hand.

instead,
we are an ouroboros,
poems perching on the
other’s aorta –

i excise everything but love,
you excise anything with love.

there's no obligation to be
gentle here –

april wounded me first.

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another napowrimo poem that i did not post here.

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