a poem about being emptied and refilled, into infinity

I want to shove all the tales I have to tell down inside you

Pack them into your soul until it is full

In arias

Woven from the fabric of me


I am a tradesman

And you might not know it from looking

But I'm sandpaper

Marrying myself to your roughness


In the friction leaving new surfaces

Wipe away the dust my love

And look at the marks I've left behind

Temporary and permanent changes to the surface of you


They run deeper than you think my vessel

Poured out and refilled constantly

In endless lines of cinnamon sweet



Tremble, crumble, break, be born

Be my story

And let me show you things dark and terrible, soft and sweet

Inside this forever I am making you


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