2.20.2017; love gifts

breathe in my ancestors. breathe in. lovers lived in sleeping vulnerability: the story ends as they lost and buried each other. my body is a composite of future and past forms of star particles. through my newly dividing cells death is reborn; storylines and lifetimes.

memories recorded in someone else’s voice.

we were all one: discomfort of evolution. and momentarily i ache to grow. i breathe in  you who  never knew me, and we are one.

©jjj

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About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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