my heart; your bones

mydizzypoetry

meadows strain my eyes of a million fields
walking breathlessly to your vision
you seem to know how to move me
bleeding your nation onto my skin
and teasing my lust with your fingertips
are we here?
against the deathless beauty in our lungs,
trampling wisdom on graveyards hushed –
sometimes I feel like my words are blinded
to the voice of a thousand angels weeping
in unison to the sky they worship –
when you touch me, you feel me,
for this uncontrollable want
I have in my blood for you
becomes a thousand miles in our reach

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