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put on your red shoes
the calendar
claims
there is a
difference
echoed by
this
dissolved distance
but every
part of me
believes
it isn't so
love
you are my glimmer
and my glow
the truth sings
in continued sparks
(the pushing back
of the dark)
in how my heart-
beat
skips
the same way
a mirror of
the first seconds of
the first day
and
we do not dance
but if you should say
I will run
I will hide
love
I will stay
I want to be unbreakable
to shore up my insides
and see them shine
(the way that I see yours)
I'd like to be
of layered stone
and woven twigs
untouched by passing years
and changing winds
a temple
a companion
to beautiful
and humble things
but
far from god
I am
a fragile
wildling
all
too often
brittle
and
all
too near
to breaking
susceptible
to shifting
hot
and
cold
.
but love
I will continue
these
tiny offerings
these ever-
lasting
utterings
this
always
as a unit of measurement by YouInventedMe, literature
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as a unit of measurement
the moon & the mountains
are one & the same
oh cordillera
I keep reaching
(with armspan insufficient)
to console
to caress
to allure
to express
my affection
my lips lack
the proper suture
so I spill
an endless
unrequested
torrent
awash
in every
earnest declaration
every reason
for my
still
and you are drowning
in these casual adorations
shying from these
unattended hands
which flap and shake
which all too often
take your own
or try to turn your mouth
toward mine
and you have been
so patient
with these
tiresome portraits
that I’ve painted
with the humming
oscillation
all along
but thousands of these
clumsy words
can’t make your blood
sing my same song