My Two Cents

you are love, i kiss your black feet, smell the rims of your ears, your eyes like oily olives, never have i seen them cry, you don’t have a single word, faithful silence pulls me beside your skinny bones, hanging on your wordless world, you are always asking at my pockets, i turn them inside out for you, you accept disappointment with a hopeful eye, you want all my food but none of your own, i think i make you mad, but what can i do when you forgive me all the time? at night we curl into our dreaming like two orphans remembering the night of being left behind, i could say i rescued you, but you could say you rescued me, i kiss your feet, you are love named sadness, what name do you have for me in the whimpering and barking of your great concern…

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