hello vivienne

o, silken shucks
lashes slice memory
sprinkled far too vast
tracing dreams to rivers
flooding a boulder’s crook
a soft shouldering entendre
draws eight on the foothills
words: i am not yours to own
and you scare me, you hear?

think about that:
you scare me

vivienne
a poet’s name
knows what i mean

we sigh through a sleepless night
too close to anxiety’s bonfire
as time frays the ribbons
of our choking pain
remembering the
stinging
embers
like nettles
one small simile
when we’re drowning
on a timid unsaid goodbye
floating as starry disguised
trust ink’s fine darkness shall
take care of the resting wrest

more or less, this post is a test

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