your body is my memory of slender
limbs i cannot quite place
but know intimately like i bathed you dressed you fed you
like you wriggled in me to me with me
all the years i knew you like you were mine
but not mine
like you only ever laughed when i was near
as if fear would never find you for as long as you lived or died with me
like you were eternally happy
like you only knew play
and never knew hunger or blood or ridicule
like all your scars were angel bruises
and your broken places slid shut all healed
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
