ROMANCE Poem: Heavy-, by Heather Bell

I held you like a pebble
but you were a boulder on my chest
I have found a safer way to
seduce the cold
than by burying my breath
beneath your weight
I have tip toed in the fairest parts
of your rigid soul
and I have found that we are
synonymous with
trickling drops of weighted rain
waiting for some great hand to wipe us away
if you are happier with speckled features
then hold me to all accounts
for my foreboding tongue
has a way of twisting knots
out of fragile situations
and my fabled feet
have made a living
at evading
I once saw us in starlight
and now on brighter nights
I trace a skyline
sewn together by empty verse
and I can almost taste
the breath
that I had captured with the cold
I can almost feel a pebble
where stone met flesh and bone

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