Written 4th August, 2026 for The Logic of Longing Poetry Contest sponsored by Ink Empress
The clouds spill a thousand secrets, a torn canvas is two paintings, melt my tears into your sweet fire, seduce the stars without a script. A torn canvas is two paintings, love-drunk on desire, seduce the stars without a script, fever of fixation. Love-drunk on desire, I count the ways obsession lies, fever of fixation, and call each lie a kind of prayer. I count the ways obsession lies, until the prayer forgets my name, and call each lie a kind of prayer, and leaves me circling the same sky. Until the prayer forgets my name, melt my tears into your sweet fire, and leaves me circling the same sky, the clouds spill a thousand secrets.
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