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Monday Blues in the Subway


I sense pieces of you in others' eyes
wide, soft and unforgiving
my pulse yearns for your voice
caressing my ears down to my heels
warmth seeping in.

I wear the seasons' gifts on my face,
fine lines cross mounds and valleys
slowly mapped on my chest,
waist, and thighs
down to my uneven feet.

I cracked my ribs for you
You've snatched my heart,
I still feel my pulse race between your knuckles
crimson stains dance to the beat
sinking between the ridges on your skin.

I still taste familiar scents in your words
as spines and souls whirl into a cocktail of
...moments lost
bouts of melancholic spurts
 and fits of ecstasy...
Written by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
Published | Edited 23rd Jul 2015
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