Friday, 18 September 2015

last tender place

it took so long,
to find the bravery in our flesh,
the sunlight in our marrow.
the pulse throbbing from our fingertips.

there’s something about us.
something that wounds and heals,
at the same intensity,
just like poetry
written in the coldness of the night.

here, you can hide inside me,
in my last tender place.
i got rid of the ghosts.

i want to know
if you shiver with intention.
i want to know
if i should search my body for scars
or the stars for our names.

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