Longing

Longing-

a drum that will never stop till the sheep’s skin slips off from sweat.

Bleating till its mouth goes dry.

 

Try to stand as skeleton legs tremble in cold grass and

as sickle blades graze rough pores-

Waiting for her kiss.

 

Gaze outwards past that blue horizon

And watch as your supernova’s inward collapse falls upon closed eyes

like a star with no constellation.

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