SINE SENSU

A sweeter grape, on the length of another vine.

Or a lasting happiness, at the end of any dotted line.

A head I’m more hungry to hold, or a ladder I’m more willing to climb.

Standing outside her love, these are things I will never find.


A softer face, draped over a skull of galvanized steel.

The strength it takes to forgive oneself. The discipline to patiently heal.

The vibration of her voice, as she cracks open the 7th seal.

These are the things that outside of her love, I believe I will never feel.

 

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