insistence.
electric eyes, and lips so cold
these pale hands turning over
fallow earth
and finding corpses.
imperfect translations,
certain methods of achieving
distraction;
the way you smiled
in the late morning,
post-coffee primeval bliss,
natural light
on human skin.
it makes it impossible
to refuse to kiss you now;
only waiting
to catch you unawares.
how beautiful, flaws and fallacies
which change nothing of sorrow,
the past and
why you remember it.
snow collapses like white sand
and you are not here anymore.
so to forget,
i bury roses.
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ChelleA
Love this <3

solipsist
@ChelleA thank you !