i wish i could love you.
i do.
i wish i could love you.
i do.
you say the things,
lovely and more,
like entering oval
shaped everythings,
creaming, capable,
stretching, sordid,
x times, life undescribe,
spectres, ghosts, phenom,
molding under gravity,
which is an angel's pulse,
beating us closer into
a mass bending light,
i'd try to shave off bits and
pieces of me to let swarm towards
you, orbiting, because i can't
let go of my bigger spirit,
needing
the
solitary embrace that requires two only.
i wish i could love you.
i do.
bring myself to you.
i do.
but shaping is not an option to
concrete dried. my life unearthed,
furnaced, powdered, mixed, poured,
and set is now still.
a statue crying.
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