smolder.


.




displaying


fractions of a moonbeam dancing in fragmented language
upon your lips


do i have to


decipher

the meaning of the inbetweens


as i taste the eclipse

of personification


taste
the triangular manifestation

of fear unspoken
in the verbosity

of your fingers

intertwining in the webs

woven


by stipulations.


seeing
and being,
living and breathing
beyond the makeshift
paradox


i wonder

if you'd crumble

beneath, between

the fingers of


love


intangibly unraveling the

tangibility

of





you




in the bedsheets of


vulnerability




.
.
.



like it or not







i see.





.
.
.






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