Saturday, 4 January 2020

isolate 4

our huddled loneliness of days past
years of silent waning
income fixed
far below the surface
of need

we had one another
and even then

we were for us what no one
knew or could

the resurrection of love moved
like science after death
exact. our synchronicity the fuel
against the ennui

electricity of being caught
living this way
   otherwise isolate

then came masquerading in wax
taxing the spirit fallen

 the heart of ink we smudged
we tore in diverse ways

     barbed wire knifed
 squeezed like cash
touched to fire

pinned on the arm
to fade

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