Plant me in the cradle of your arms.
Replace the moss that had grown between
My fingers, entwine it around the cage
That I have finally outgrown. When we lay ribs to ribs,
Gate to gate, do you feel the notches
On my heart, the swollen welts of scar tissue
Thick with time that had festered upon nicks
From a previous love? We all carry it in our history
And in the dark we can finally breathe and
Read each other’s in braille. We will learn new
Ways to fit our roots together when we lay it
On the same pillow, entangle each strand, and
Braid our dreams together.
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