break me open, like the
daylight would rupture the
silence of clouds, dance
with me in this trance
of transitory beings and
transient whereabouts,
of wars made holy by
our own heedless desire
to hymn pieces of you
and i together - to be
what it is, what it should
- a calligraphy destined
to unveil our intimacy,
our synapses, our moments.
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