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Another Inadequate Metaphor for Us

I want to kill
every part of me
that feared you,
that crept away from your nerves,
your space,
your place to disappear to -

because you coat my world with meaning,
feeling;
solidify the skin left peeling -
you storm the doors,
the hinges; stealing
all of me -
calling,
slow-stalling me
in my dry desert need:

in sun slamming into the sky;
in loud, ultraviolet light,
I strive,
contrived,
yet nothing springs
when sunshine touches everything.

This home of mine,
this arid spine -
deserted desert dirt and light -
where "heartless" lived and "lonely" thrived
and smiles scorched days and tears froze nights
is home to you,
or so I'd like -
you mass of clouds; devour my bright
and perfect, twisted, secret sides...
You storm the doors for sun you own;
you balance, taint, and free my soul;
I love you; make me
vulnerable:
give me your rain
in pounding tones -
I love you; tell me
all you know -
let me drink in your deepest woes;
tell me of all the hearts you've seen
and all your closest fantasies -
your heart - your heart! -
for sun, it sings;
unused to light,
in love with me...

Tell me, what thoughts are yours
untold? -
rain them on me,
and see what grows.
Written by rowantree
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