It's been awhile since I've posted poetry...
"To Fall - To Leave with Reckless Abandon"
If you were to
fall
or leave with reckless
abandon,
I should think my
fingernails
would disappear and
clattter
down the drain
when
I wash my hands.
Or the blush from my
cheeks
would stain my
towels
and wipe from my
face.
The yellow, the
shine,
would vanish from my
eyes
and the sun would
blaze
only slightly brighter.
You see, darling,
you are as much me
as my
fingernails
blush
shine.
I didn't realize the
ragged hole beneath my ribs
or my right palm
or my ear
where you fit so nicely.
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