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ringside seat

Posted to Action Poetry




what sparks the cry
the wound that in us cracks
our limbs
organs heaving dry
a moment closer to the end
we all know we must die
the signal
springs from the lips
to the eyes
the kiss of life
is all we'll ever know
so kiss me now
kiss me tight
let me drink you
taste your eyes
your face
your hair
your arms about me
me wound around your legs
we're joined at the hips
let the crisis come
each minute waltzing by
dies its little death but
your body inside of mine
body fuel for fools in love
teaches me all the truths
i never learned in school