send me a breeze, baby blue
maybe i'll swim on that love, to
her speckle-dust cobwebs
fingerstemmed
in her skin
(tinting my feathered heart)
with a mosaic smile,
shards of a past) she screams,
"stay a while,
baby blue"
long enough to hold her frozen hands,
kicking at the ashes
sift.
sift through*
breaststroke through the debri
i caught your smile,
and fed it to,
the holes in her heart
wearing her
in
out*
in & out.
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