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Tell Me
You cannot tell me that you love me
While your arms speak elasticity’s whisper
Upon another
You cannot tell me that you need me
When your greatest dependency
Rests on cracked, concave mirrors
Don’t tell me
That you miss our pendulums
Swaying unto volcanic lust
That our lava laced finger strokes
Will mean a call from you tomorrow
Tell me your vendetta’s lie
Wasn’t meant to scar these ventricles
Yearning for my accent
To devour
You
Whole
Whole
Hold our winds towards creative differences,
Telling me how we are the same
How we are
One
One in a million of delectable fibs
Your textured lips annunciate a mineral silence,
Louder than love
Oh, how I heard you clearly through foggy facades.
For I am an unspoken error,
Awaiting
You
Lie,
Returned
©Drake J. Eszes
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