If This All Should End Tomorrow

The red of your hair and the green
of your eyes pull me into you
like a magnet, like a planet
and I cannot resist your
damaged delicious
gravity

If this all should end tomorrow
then let me be
inside you

The frayed edges of your torn jeans
are a frame to balance and display
the burning light that reflects
this love, this loss, this
memory of
bliss

If this all should end tomorrow
then let me die
in your arms

Give me your hand
and let me squeeze it
so goddamn tight
so I can memorize
your rivers, your valleys
your roads and mountains
your wastelands
your forgotten
dead ends

hold
your map
in mine

The oasis of your voice lulls me
to sleep for one final time as t
he venal, the weak, the ego
mad and empty
tear it all
down

If this all should end tomorrow
then at least I have
loved you

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