That draws such things from still and silenced hands
That calls me to write her
The gentle dark inside my eyes
A warm itch beneath my skin
The siren heart beating, beating
Until the wave bows back
Aching, crumbling, crushed by gravity
And the restless turning of the earth
I need to hold her
So intensely that I cannot hold myself
Tight in my cheeks, in my bow-string shoulders
The surging blood of every lost and agonizing Romeo
God, to sleep inside her voice
Is to know that my heart will never truly sleep again
And in her I hold everything
But my own compass,
A surrender spinning what was lost
With what might be
To love like this is to be possessed completely
To love like this is to inherit the earth
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