sets the darkness echoing (ziarre) wrote in brokencalm,
sets the darkness echoing
ziarre
brokencalm

Naming

Last time I met you,
I was numb,
numb of face and fingers,
numb of clever words, of turn of phrase
turning me
inside out and flailing and
flying
and tipping, ever so gently
over the precipice -
and I calculated some wild rebellion,
tiptoeing between and over
coals.
Yet - even now, even
steady breathing - I was so
fixed, so still and
dreaming,
gently and willingly pinned
by the tumblings
of desire,
such a tender opiate.

"I want to kiss him silly."
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