sinus

  

the inter, the course of the once-born
a past present known
where sweet sweet softness
breaks the heart with gentleness
and leaves the world unbroken

…

soft sinus beat
deep in the sanguine soul
an iridescent touch, haunting
sun-struck nights, empty, cold

borne together, both
young hearts, old minds
tormented to living pearls

…

a self in another
fleeing to a lonely sound, lovely
a sigh, a cry, forever

another word for us, under
lightning held in thunder
overflowing in words, four letters
a world
.

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