a tear and trembling
lower lip, for love
for my colour -less
my passion -less

fire, my waning flame
my sinking spark,
and drowning beat,
all and sundry that is

me, with borne essentia,
rise to fall but rise
again to grasp and
hold, then wield a new

united hope, united vow,
I bet on us, on you
to breathe the same
for us, again, the true


2 thoughts on “un(love)titled

  1. alternately sublime and abrupt, you do breathe truth, alerting the small spaces surrounding growth out of mind as well as undersides of lower arms. thus goosepimply and underarmed, i write to offer kudos.

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