When I was with you we were an estuary/i don’t know if i come from the river or the sea/all i know is you are both my opposite and my reflection/and where we meet, all salt and mouth and convergence. we were the meeting point of a mountain and a valley/from a distance it is clear that we are inverted forms of one another/should our mountain crumble it would fill the valley to our brim/creating flatland where there was once chaos/but until that beautiful collapse we wonder where you begin and i end. we were two bodies/running out of room in this world/ we carved space in ourselves for the other to borrow. for the other to burrow/ i wake up sometimes with ghost traces of your lips on my bone/and my arms holding your phantom frame as you drift away. we were roots and soil/the splendor of a tide pool/we were giants. but for now we can’t swallow the things that separate us. lioness please grab me again by the scruff of my neck/and lick the wounds i’ve made trying to taste my own blood.
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