If I could ghost you, my farewell would dissolve among the stars
My hand cutting the air could easily be an arriving or departing
Only I would know it is both
Only the undone in my eyes would forsake me
My throat gave away its words a long time ago
The unspoken hovers near your ear, circling planes
Waiting to make a final descent
And my skin will just not stop talking
The unraveling dress of my collarbone, a doubting muse
The points of my hips, obedient bullets hurling moonwards
The pulsing feet chase and withdraw
Backed into your corner, the toes start and stammer
Itch for the habitual escape routes
Watch my sleepless heart hemorrhage and celebrate itself
Donning a crown of veins to the Blood Kingdom
And refusing to get back in my bones
So we can vanish
Undone
21 Saturday Feb 2015
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