Each curve of the mouth, strike of the tongue
Piercing my pores and staining my heart.
Your words and drawn out pauses
The laconism that wraps itself around us
Clotting my throat, and your eyes,
Setting fire to the room.
Begging at Purpose's feet,
I am enshrouded in taste buds and eyelashes
Smoke
Stealing what should be mine.
Your silences are carved on my body
Each shallow breath, withheld response
Shattering my reserve and killing.
Your silences and down-turned eyes,
The agitation pulsing from within
Quelling the flames,
Blinding my hopes.
The moon is full,
The street is empty,
The house is quiet,
And I am leaving.
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