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Spaces
Hidden in the many paragraphs I scrawl and haphazardly type,
An unintelligible phrase is burrowed in the spaces.
It’s a riddle to be broken,
Just for the smallest of hands.
A trial of the soul,
It mocks time itself.
Written only in indigo ink by the light of the moon,
A beckoning without a ballroom to dance in.
She showed me what I’d lost,
I’ll show her to the door.
I’ll interlace our fingers until she’s shivering,
Burrowed in the spaces.
And when I bring her mouth to mine,
Pardoning the flesh to make way for the blood,
She’ll read aloud the trail of script.
A call to reaction,
A promise made out to the side of her face.
Far too eager to withhold,
Much too soon to hold her close.
Hidden in lingering looks from across the room,
A yearning is nestled in the colors of my eyes.
A secret made to be shared,
Burrowed in the space between our bodies.
Published 27th Aug 2024
Author's Note
I’ve told you so many times, just listen closely. I’ll say it once more (without ever moving my lips).
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