you bite down
and rip pieces off of me.
(sensitive arm flesh)
and as i'm destroyed,
my agony is reflected
back at me
in your reflective-glass eyes.
blue tides.
and your mouth opens wide
as you laugh,
displaying my remains.
i am your sense of humor.
---
this is the most alive you've felt
in a very, very long time.
gray clouds, gray air
salty, it's delightful
on the tip of your tongue.
nostalgia, lust and want
emanates from your being
and it's cool but not
cold.
the past is still haunting
but slowly it's being
masked.
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