wrapped up tight

there’s a haze at your edges tonight.
I want to crawl inside it until the world is blurry and nothing has the same name,
until the relentless force of weightless things has changed the shape of what I know.

what I know is only this:
you stayed still while I wound around you like a ribbon
and
now I can’t tell beginning from end.

you’re waiting me out with a lie’s bitter taste on your lips, learning –
I can keep this up all night.

words move faster toward the horizon.
we always spoke easier when the thoughts had to go somewhere else, first.
the key to the dark places got buried beneath the weight of loving things you say I shouldn’t.

what I love is only this:
sometimes I pull my hand from yours while you’re sleeping
and
you don’t just let go.

we’re playing chicken in a ghost town like the winner won’t still lose, forgetting –
we have to leave together, or not at all.

and:

I’m turning over everything that glimmers in this dump.
I still haven’t found what you’re looking for.

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About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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One Response to wrapped up tight

  1. Alice says:

    Excellent as usual. I love the quiet tension in this one, and the opening imagery about blurred edges was perfection.

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