how you harbour
This parched earth under your skin,
And lips, and naked feet searing and burning
With an obscure smell of bones
into the stream of smokes blown
into the sea of forgetting.
It tortures me, your drought
and least your fluids
that runs through your veins,
full of reckless abandon.
Seeing your plain and naked self,
pains me to the bone
You opened your eyes and feel
my drowsiness of lightyears of longing,
eons of drained and petrified youth
But not the ones stripped off and left dead
in shame of holy-less ignoble soul.
At least it only exist in my mind
A state of being, to where it was,
where it will be, makes no difference at all.
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