Between Words


We are ragged at every corner,
Languid and worn through
Like something made of unending heat -
The stuff of legend.
Burn bright, bright -
Our breath returning
And committed to flame,
Memorizing ash and smoke.
We are encased in our history,
Kneeling in earth
And the sky forming above us -
Pressing stories into our skin.
Burning and haunted,
We belong here in between words -
Bitten back and swallowed whole,
And I know the curve of your spine
Like the back of my own hand.
We are blood-sealed -
Still water underneath
The wave that leaves us wrecked,
And you are something else entirely -
A new religion,
Pillars of bone and soul,
The first word and the first sigh -
Love me.
We are spiraling across raw desert,
No urgency of force,
And I am sea-deep
And burning at your side,
Drifting in that quiet catch
Between breaths -
The sun and the moon standing still
Over Gibeon and Aijalon.
What builds will also tear down,
And we dream-walk toward the edge -
Marked, changed,
Primitive nerves - nocturnal creatures -
The weight of worlds,
And it goes on.
We are lost, but not blind,
And even here, we'll stand our ground.

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2020 20:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Heather T

    Every line is gorgeously spilled, rendered with a feather of sensitivity that can't be learned. You are a poet's poet and I am an immediate fan.

    • CindyB

      Thank you!

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