recurring love

what are you looking for.
i am moving under cloud
under air
and blind.
to breathe it all in
and be lean as bird wing.
there is a train waiting
to carry me farther from you.
it is not the mystery of wetness
that enthralls me
but something deeper, darker,
and hidden.
the walls of the well i have swallowed
are smoothed by pitch,
and fortified.
it is the place of touch and tenderness,
of holding and steadfastness.
i have turned into an egg
to recuperate from your love grip.
it is not death which divides us,
it is something living.

~ by jiuna on September 26, 2008.

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