because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in that dream there is hope for a love more beautiful than this
Tag: relationships
Nightsong
It’s 3:00 am and the flutter of your wing breaks open the cocoon of our tangled limbs. The quiet enters and we are again unsteady; Scarred by the song of the cuckoo bird that you can’t drown out and I still cannot hear. I reach out my hand, blind in the darkness, hoping to grasp…
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