I understand you by the way you walk
My heartache seeks attachment to you
Our eyes meet over thorns
Expressions of betrayal have needs
We see that in each other’s gaze
Then you walk away
Only
To look back over your shoulder
Never caring that
I turned you into a pillar of salt
Your spice that grows next to
The pink quartz of blood’s love
I harvest the salt of your desires
Grind it to powder
To pink dust
Between my fingers
Ready to sprinkle onto us
A tenderness that allows me
To pierce your side
When I falter
Then you
Cry out with mysterious madness
I know that it is still you
Now your voice and your mind
Are pure and ready
To stoke this new fire
And
Walk the palisade at sundown
With me
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