ancient and yet...

ancient kisses burn my face

every night

they pack my eyes

hunt my heart

and travel through my veins

to throw glitter

at my soul

.

ancient caresses own my breasts

the lines on your palms

are their destiny

my destiny

but like a nomad

yearning for home

I camp in the wrong palms

read the wrong lines

while drinking bitter coffee

.

ancient memories bathe in my lungs

every dusk and dawn

they write songs to you, my Swallow

but your compass is broken

and it's cold, dark and foggy

so i keep trying to be rebirthed

from the ashes of your cigarette

to lead the way back home

.

I don't need to close my eyes

to taste your lips

I don't need to remember your voice

or recount your ribs

.

it's as if you never left

as if life stopped

the minute you walked away

and all that is

never was

and all that was

all of me, has

.

and you

you're here

with me

in me

around me

you're me

.

in your presence

the fire roars

in your absence

it grows

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