Buckled Knees

i watch vapor collect

on glassy-eyed pupils

we gathered filaments

of vitality not in pregnant silence

but in withered whispers

we wedged our chests

in hope and faith

but it gnawed at our brains

and siphoned out our teeth

replaced them with marble

we sat atop gabled roofs

and sidled among our own

finely woven breaths

we exhaled within pleated blinds

teeth dug into inlaid stone

i wonder whether quartz

could morph itself into my blood

so that i may glow with a reminiscent beauty

maybe if i swallow jasmine garlands

they will blot out

the bruises marring my skin

or the kiss you laid upon them


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