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the way

you look

is deafening

dimples blow my knees to
marbles spilled
rolling outwards
ready for the world to clean me up

lick my wounds soldier
tell me i taste like forever
on a sunday with nothing but
here on your lips

tell me the barking dogs
are just a signal to the gods that we've made it
hold my laughter in your palms
fistfuls of my happiness
promise you won't let go
the golden arch of my bend won't let up
if you tell me
you are home

deployed the idea of separate households
let's nomad this soil
says you
and i pack my bags
willingly
trust is sitting next to the panties
that you picked out just for me
and i am sitting on the wish
only praying for your happiness in return