Cometary

hollow inside
what I want to hear
drops like pins to the tile
straining my ear
I hear
….nothing
aching muscle sits in your palm
a thousand salty drops
line my lashes
press your lips to my temple
pull your trigger
….bang
reverberation
echoes in a hollow chest
three words set the universe
spinning
mine waits
….silence
I wish I could be
what you want me to be
the me in inkblot skies
an icy comet burning on the outside
always looking to you
….longing
a powerful draw
I try to deny gravity
its fingers wrapped around me
please take what I offer
it’s yours anyway
….descent


tara caribou | ©️2019

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