Ligature · The Art of Poetry

Ligature

At this blue hour,

The famished earth reclaims me

For your lanterns and legends

For your spooling fern, the fastidious burn

Me, alley cat, desperate for even a mention

I’m still stored in your ligatures,

I’m still poured into your crypt,

I’m still remembering your smile lines as scripture

I’m still obsessively measuring the conflict

And I say, casually, I want out of your narrative

Yet allow myself to remain

Captive by the sweet orb of the endless sad

I hold it as a monument,

Cellularly, it is my circling desire to be your prey-

The longing is imperative.

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Ligature

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