the flickering light's rippling reflection
on the water is all i need to know
to let you let go
(but can we not swim
in the dark parts?)
to know how my name
slipping from your mouth
into mouths only you know
is both intimacy and its dilution
how as a pilgrim at the world's slavering
mouth, all i will get is poisoned froth
that my almost-blue throat refuses to swallow.
your mouth is a watering hole
and i thought i was a thirsty beast
but turns out i am the hunter who knows all
about the water and the thirst of the beast.
~ ajay
3/1/2023
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ways of slowly dying ~ poetry
Poesía"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
