if you were
to mindlessly
let that handkerchief
fall
onto
unforgiving cement
(the one I had
given you)
i would
kill you
(doubt's bells
ring too loud.)
i tell you!:
i could talk myself into white.
but i would rather fall to black
and strangle you in our love-bed
than stay in this grey uncertainty
of a hand reaching in complete darkness.
this is beautiful. i can't wait to read more of your poetry!
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