bloodlet moments of feeling

The breaking down at dawn did nothing      
I bled      
ancient pop top ruins      
resurrected      
in the hollow that once was you      
     
branded and braided      
fingers tangled in your colored hair      
I was stuck      
peeling off dried glue      
we once had loved      
to inhale      
     
I inhaled      
 
the beauty      
swirling about that mind      
could there ever be      
such a better time      
that captured me      
without a rhyme      
     
there was no reason      
it was just a season      
added with a pinch of thyme      
     
I was the lemon      
you were my tea      
together we felt free      
     
even tho we were nailed to our own tables      
I could surely eat      
it was no easy feat      
walking separate streets      
     
a gentle guiding hand      
afraid of a little sand      
"imprégnez-moi" what was said      
drinking/dreaming in our bed      
     
one could want no more      
     
no more      
oh no more      
     
     
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the sun she stings my eyes      
I never meant to cry      
no, I never meant to cry