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Tags: love poem, sad
For someone I know
You've already unmade one world to tether yours to another, 

all of the numbers and names, 

a river's cold cleansing hush to me

of details far too dangerous to hold.

A lens cracking from the strain of trying

to see there has to be more to you, 

instead of devotion turning me into a cautious ghost, 

blind to all of time's afflictions.

Unable to let anything else out or in, 

so I just stay as a symbol watching over you, still and disrobed, 

the sound of my love sleeping ages away without my careful touch.

You're enough to unmake one world to give yours to another, 

while I cling to names and details.

Our hearts never the same but thundering as one, 

locks of hair grazing my face like dark scented silk, 

skin smoldering from the embrace promising, 

there has to be so much more to you.

Instead of love's legacy turning us to sinking stones, 

a chilled caress in phantom flight, 

devotion blind to all of jealousy's afflictions.

Unable to let anyone else out or in, 

I'm the symbols and touchstones staying near you, 

still and unanswered, the sound of my breathing, hand in hand, 

when the hush fumes from your pores, 

the details far too dangerous for me to hold.

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