redundant

 

words thrown on walls

I watch the way they slide along the lines

of ache

and want, as if finding their ways

through mazes of truth

 

but I am the truth

standing in front of you naked of everything

but the desire to be something

to you

struggling close mouth and wait

for moon’s light,

for stars shimmering wishes

instead I sing the core of self in soft waves

of life, bruises shine bright

 

and I’m full circle for you,

waiting on the edge of bedsides covered

in the wear of every day

believing

in the way  a heart beats over the miles