Unfold, like my origami white papered crane that stretches its wings,
Like the tumble of rebellious hair that flows down your soft shoulder,
Like the very earth that flattens out before you as you make your way to me.
Draw up the curtains of your lashes
Roll out your red-carpet tongue
And tell me every sweet, bitter, salty story that you've tasted.
The warrior inside you
Has been dormant for too long.
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Poet's Note: In the limbo between living and dreaming, my heart lies asleep, for now. When time stops just enough for me to tell you anything, will I be able to be just that little bit braver?
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Subgame Perfect Equilibrium
PoesiMy words call you to this place neither of us has been to. But these feelings are old paints dried up on my bones And I have wallpaper thoughts of you peeling off my tongue. Like the pen marks on my palms, I am startled by all the scattered, infin...
