Notes from a Clifftop City #2

September 26, 2024  •  Leave a Comment

 

Let life play on your heartstrings,

My love.

Let it awe you with its magic tricks

So that the question becomes sweeter

When it remains unanswered.

Let it nurse you with aphrodisiacs and poisons,

All the same.

You will still have to live before you die.

Let it knock you off your feet

So you cannot brace for the landing.

And let it heal you

With birdsongs and an early morning mist

And the tender whispers of a broken lover

Tracing your torso with cautious lips. 

 


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