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Rhymes - 15. Limits.
Your lips tasted sweet on mine: dry and cracked:
The fissures running through my self-esteem,
Nourishing the thirsty, fallen and wrecked,
Evoking emotions: a foreign dream.
Darkness stretched beyond the vast horizons
And unrestrained into the wayward past
Whence a glimmer of your crooked smile burns
Through its unrelenting hold: turned to dust.
I once feared small places, suffocating
Spaces full of air quiet, still and stale
But your arms: a prison I stay willing,
Reading the marks left on your skin in braille.
But my weight bears down on that sturdy frame
There’s a limit to your strength, all the same.
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