tellmeakirsten

she rocks
she swings
she delights in faded things
her mystery not of high heels
and eyeshadow

believing as being

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faith in filling a cavernous heart

once carved out deep, in a brass-hard way

beauty found in faith, floating,

to still believe, hole in heart,

in the potential of empty space.

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faith in refilling a cavernous heart

past brim, overflowing, dripping on

my hands, your chest, strangers’ feet:

love.

to hide in your lips, beneath your tongue

where bleeding is letting go, white and pure.

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until then, to wait.

sit,

lay,

live.

compound the days, sum of all white

little x’s on the black and then

just love,

and we.

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for now,

breathing,

treading,

climbing,

belief;

faith in refilling a cavernous heart

is enough.

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