[27 June 2019]
and so you live
here in the waiting and the wanting
the quiet murmur
the sigh
the hush that falls over the house at 2 am after sunday nights
doing
over and over and over again
on the silver screen
seeing
the ritual
crushed in silence between two colliding bodies
drawing
deep from the well never know
replaying
binary
time and time again and time when
magic made meaning
the thread worn bare
and the shush shush still lingers on the edge of your lips long after the sound has died out –
the things we carry with us
carry us instead
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