Under The Assumption We Love
i knew you
in another life
& hated it;
finding myself,
in between your eyes,
choking—
thinking in new water,
we’re the last ones left
unable to take deep breaths;
bleeding from the mouth
till the heart softens over
& our carved wings lapse
(to fall)
from mounted cattle
we hung pride by the door
this side of the Kentucky river
i think about wrong times &
the dilema of dying young
Anything but being a victim
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death almost never
means
there’s nothing left.
and love is not a
static
place pinned down in time.
don’t believe me, ask the river
(never taking sides)
find out what the moving water
knows..