Poem -
Why skin the only dance
At the edge of the world
where we collected those moons
bled together just too see the red run
you wrote in the ink
as the holes, we dug
begin to sink
At the edge of your word
as the tongue treads fast
, you blew colors that would not last
traded echo's
at the very start
love was an executioners art
At the edge of death
we stroke the sea
ocean you
wave me
Saints are rowing
as the circles growing
At the edge of you
At the edge of me
we fell making love
cliff edge, crumbling to please
AT THE EDGE OF WHO
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