push | Melissa Anne @blackplumepoet

I miss desert winds,

the crimson hands of the sun,

and I feel you push

the bones of my affection

speechless, beyond night's arched back.

Once, string tethered ribs

then music became shapeless

and I feel you pull,

the snapping of bones, and words

through fingers, touching the ground.

Love is an ocean

of unrequited shivers

and I feel you hold

me under salted shadows.

I wanted to breathe you in.

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