Stillness Like Winter
crawling along chaste white walls;
storms-laden nights slumber over your ribcage,
scabs like back stars and skin indented with jangling autumn cries
(pressing my face to you and i hear waves flowing, ebbing).
i sigh. the ocean seems to beg, listen closely, you'll hear silence speaking.
and your eyelashes coil like bruised skies; i lift my face closer to you.
black erupts into curled wings of eve's butterflies.
stillness like winter lurks behind your eyes
and with each breath, i'll watch you awaken quiescence-hued
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