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The Twisting Light of Your Pouring Smile

and who are you? who are you, you who i can never understand never understand how i fell into your eyes so easily. meaning only to stay by the shore, my foot slipped and plunged into the pool of swirling hazel and green who are you, strands of golden hair like flaxen wheat, tumbling over your shoulders and down your back, and as the light gleams through this artificial bright, it becomes transfixed by its beauty and catches itself on you, and the air around you shimmers like a rain of diamonds the size of a speck you who are new and strange, and your voice breaks through the clouds, the piercing grin of your laugh a sharp prick of the needle upon my finger. you who catches my smile and plays with it, dancing beneath the tips of your spinning fingers like this broken light, who are you, washing over me to find me again, fusing over the light and the dark of the day, my constant companion, my angel of the night, who are you like a cache of hidden whispers, each whom i hold to my chest and beg to keep by my heart beg like i beg you, who are you who i beg on my knees to let me see, see the break and cracks you keep hidden in folds of your clothes, a hood you wear over your head. i’m begging to love you like you asked but words your lips say and the shapes they form are two different commands and oh how i slump here lost who are you, who stole the compass that guides me and burned the map i held in my hands, and took me by the hand, and led me off the path but left me there scared. you who are broken and lost and you wish to make me like you and i fall under your hands as you shape my breath to your twisted width i see you, i know you and i fall to you, to your feet, knees, hips, hands, smooth plane of your stomach, burning embers of eyes, coy smile of lips and i love you, without restraint and reason, even as i shatter apart, even as the tears of my soul spill across the crooked glass floor even as my chest lifts on the invisible string you tug and pull who are you? letting me love you like this?

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