nemesism
“If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door.”
I cannot look at you with your eyes
slate grey as the mountain peak behind you.
I see past the faultlines into what lies beneath the repose,
what is born from this fertile ground will be ruined as the gaze you've offered me.
I am stuck at the root and you at the throat, and between us, there is the heart, pulsing rapidly as the water you move with your hands. You lost the oars, and they appeared when you needed them to.
All you have to do is ask, my darling.
Will you do the same for me when I call with salt in my mouth?
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