
I
I die every hour,
watching you conform to
all the ideals
you were never meant for.
You were never meant for…
If only you would fall between my lines.
I write to you honestly,
my messy love, before midnight.
I love you truly,
complicated heart.
You beat against your cage—
rage against the cage built
within
mother’s womb.
Goddamn you.
I die every hour you deny me.
II
Would I,
if you’d let me,
count those constellations,
blooming ‘gainst daylight blue,
and dancing ‘round two black moons.
Would I,
if you’d let me near,
clutch your stars.
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Kindra M. Austin – “if you’d let me near”
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