with my hand Poem, by DVA, at My poetic side

I have a reign
to trade for a ring
to mask my tattoo
of your windblown fame

blood still blooms in the kettle
children still dance for the wizards
I have a long day to spend
to bring me to my bruised knees

love is a lost art
art is a lost love
and the way we sing hymns
shows the angels how to spark

I populate a fishtank
with fortunes from cookies
gained during meals I spent without you
you wretched memory

darkness redesigns my eyes
and I pass away
with my hand
aching for yours

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