Knotted
I map your idiosyncrasies with my finger on a dark sky.
By Henry RichmondPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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I map your idiosyncrasies with my finger on a dark sky
and they glow against the cosmos,
above vast, pointed silhouettes.
Glass blue eyes smile through mine
and I can see your mind.
Warm breath against my ear,
these soporific whispers.
And the rigid knots in my shoelaces
finally loosen.
They’d been there for years,
now untied.
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Henry Richmond
I like writing and the snow.
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