living in a meridian world
pupils dilate, irises blush
celebrated rush brushes past
ending in a crush of bones and words
curses close to tongue when apart
missing you even while together
we’re living in a meridian world
constant caterwauling at midday
that cat on a hot tin roof was better
it’s all going south from here ever quicker
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-05-07 at 15:51
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