the rest of the world

     

    ugly diamonds

     

    the cradle, the lamb

     

    nothing at all

    Rich and Prepared

     

        If you were to imagine,

        that your body was covered,

        not in skin,

        but words,

        what story would they tell?

       

        And would I have to close my eyes,

        and read you with my hands?

         

        The tips of my fingers,

        tracing your words

        as they reveal all the things

        you cannot say.

           

        Would you trust me

        to understand?

 

                       

        the house of weddings

         

        the garden of lost things

         

                 

         

         

         

     

 

 

 

 

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