STAINS OF TIME

IF i could be born again
into dirt again
i would wish
to feel again
a familar thing
: sweet dear love

Oh what i become
& how everything
sinks:
my raised hand
would make you hurt
all broken bones
unrepaired stains
of time HOW YOU ARE
someone else & i
am still here ~

my dearest love
my dearest friend
who never goes away
in the END.

I give everyone i know
love and my hand & all
of my soul / gently
in broken prose.

:: 02.18.2022 ::