Paradoxical Imaginings

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Tuesday, May 22
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love is a soot-coated dove

Oh, they ask me about “pure love”,

But I’m a soot-covered dove,

A bird born in ashes.

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I think:

I want to hold you close like a heartbeat,

I want to decipher the morse code of your gasps,

I want to trace the braille of your scars ad stretchmarks,

-I want to learn your language.

Though my feet are time bombs, 

& They start ticking when I start standing still,

Cut the red wire and I’m a romantic for hire.

Fumble buttons and 4am pillow tussles, listening close for your truth

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They say:

I want to hold you close like a heartbeat,

I want to feel the pulse of your veins,

If I give you my fear, will your love remain?

If I give my fear, love, will you remain?

But my feet are time bombs, 

They start ticking when I stand still,

Cut the blue wire, and I am afire

Frantic freeway and 4am gas stations, screaming my truth to better learn my lesson

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