365 Poems/40 Force of Chaos (Rough First Draft)

Force of Chaos

Press against me

with force of chaos.

Let me see the wetness

of your eyes.

I trust you to

make the earth move.

Hold my hands

high and tight

above my head.

 

Lets linger here,

sharing our lungs,

watching the sky darken

above us with the wings

of a thousand crows.

Let my shadow absorb yours,

until the tide of tomorrow

pulls you from me

and out of sight.

 

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