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The Sun, The Water


Paul Grimsley

to not feel love for such a long time
dims the sun and fouls the water;
i am finding strength in friends,
all the truths i need are buried in smiles,
but i need to excavate that blood-rose relic,
open its petals with fingers or blades
before a tongue tastes only skin
and words never work on the safe again.
i am thinner: diminished, but not in shadow --
i see those fat on happy, warm and healthy,
and though i beam for them i burn,
i am cold on the edge of the metal divide,
peer through the glass to inside;
my bus came along with no ticket
and i've torn up so many invites
my gravity draws down rain, never confetti;
i'm waiting for some sunlight to wet me,
i need someone to remember before they forget me.

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