does trust come from the sky
or is born in the infancy of fire
bathe in it’s shadow
and let it linger in the eye,
no incident can let it go,
dry coughs
awkward glances,
a long thread no more subtle
than saliva from a bottleneck,
to plume of exhausted breath,
open words
sore like wounds deepen,
as if caught on the ocean’s
roughest coral,
intimacy rare no longer needed,
raw pauses
neglected opening of the mouth
silence fell,
a ball of anger now the abandoned
toy in the corner,
term of arrangement sorted
it could go to court
or be sorted now,
with looks , voices and reaching
fingertips,
solving this was hard,
dissolving would be harder
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