Links of links of links

To fasten around our necks
We wear these heavy chains with pride
Shall we cut our losses, bleed our selves
Locate our veins and face the sun
Here, gaze into this flaming round
I'll stand behind, linking lengths
In the burn of shining cityscapes
Swimming in our empty heads

Carry my dust in your silver locket
A hair, a nail, even a slither of skin
Open me in the birth of night
Slide the hair across your tongue
Push the nail into your warm lips
Place the skin between your breasts
Then wait until the answers come
Hold on until the questions cease

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xTx said...