My breath doesn't prove anything
A pulse proves even less
I'm sure if I put my head on your chest
you'd prove your heart is beating
(I'd convince myself it's intimacy
imagining your heart is a god
that hits snooze
every time an alarm goes off
because there is no god
where you sleep.)
I sigh and kick the dirt
afraid to tell you what I believe
I patch the ground I uncovered
hoping you notice how hard I worked
3 comments:
May I borrow the line "no god where you sleep?" That's a powerful grouping of words.
Of course! Please send me the final piece.
Thanks!
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