Followers

Sunday, December 2, 2012

if not for heaven and hell, what other choice do we have?

i touched your halo
with the edge of longing
that coddled like a child,
at our feet
and in our hearts.

careless,
ushered us closer.

white knuckles
braced in our teeth.

it was cold,
and comfort was still 

against the horizon.

a distant-
unaccountable,
companion. 

a soft(ly outnumbered) 
conformist.

a simple confrontation.

later,
i struggled to breathe,
my fingerprints
rusting on your halo.

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