

Punch In The ChestI press the heels of my palms against the closed lids of my eyes And in the darkness, I see fireworks of red and purple and yellow trails of light dancing, tracing circles and jagged splotchesPunch In The Chest
Beyond my hands, there's a sunset, there's wind,
there's cars passing by, children looking both ways, and trees that give no shade.
I hide behind my hands because I can't let anyone see how moved I am by your absence.
How removed I am from the ongoing reality that surrounds me.
The only reality that I want


Fold Me In, Fold Into MeHow easily does the velvety darknessFold Me In, Fold Into Me
fold me in to swallow me and devour me.
The memories of a day burnt away dying winding me up on a spool to use for the thread of my puny existence.
He comes to me in a gust in a breath. A warmth so subtle, so soft, spreading like fire, slow fire drizzling down over my arms and legs.
His love is righteous.
His or Her, Whomever. The Holy Whomever,
Whatever.
Energy soothing like a balm, steady like atumn rain,
falling down to cool  


My Last DedicationThis is the last dance This is the last call I'm going to give you One for the roadMy Last Dedication
And even if I miss your skin Miss melting against your skin Miss holding you against my skin This is my last dedication
When you pull away ( Please don't pull away ) It is a hot razor Across the skin of my belly
"Probably not" You said "probably not"
Two simple words stole the breath from my lungs And I can't fucking breathe!
Since breathing, for me, only happened when I held my breat
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PEACE
ONE GOD ONE LOVE
J
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