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peachpoetry

Sylvy

The night I gave in to your mind

Collecting dust on my bookshelf 

Was the night I returned to myself - 

Discovering your thoughts was my

Resuscitation

Despair flooding my body,

A misinterpreted tragedy:

I knew your end

Before I knew you

Now, as I write,

My brain hums

Scattered lines of your poetry

And I am tripping on the quiet elegance

Of your metaphors

Do you speak

For me?

With your

Lipsticked smile

Do you burn 

For me?

With that

Fire in your gut

You see as I do,

You create as I do,

You leave as I desire to

And I fill my mind,

I pinch my eyes shut and view you

On the streets of New York City:

Fair hair curled, 

Blowing in the wind like the dust we are

Painted smile widening,

Contagious.

You know of what others do not,

Though you do not know of this

You are skin and bone

And so full of love,

Maybe you were too much for this world

Dear, I wish to see you

As your skin folded

I wish to see you

As your lipstick settles

You dared question,

What the hell?

Who cares?

But the reality of it all?

You care,

As do I

Though supposedly not enough to keep you alive

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