Together 

When my thoughts just swim and the words won’t flow

I paint my mind in watercolor splotches.

When I can no longer tell the difference between you and myself,

I take my fingernails like knives and separate our skin

and instead of fiery palm touching fiery palm

I feel your sadness sleeping next to mine.

 

 

 

 

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