oxygen has stopped moving
a body is melting over a dream
that is alive and well
we intertwine like parasites
we love like decay
i could be convinced to move out of here
but every moon begs for this same
and I am no moon
Awesome! I especially love the last line!
I am happy to hear that cause I almost changed it!!
Nice to see you back here Maggie. The poetry runs as deep as ever 💜
omg “We love like decay” ” i could be convinced to move out of here
but every moon begs for this same” The whole thing fabulous!
It’s just like an oxygen for poets
Intense & deep
I like your style. It’s brevity is bith powerful and potent. Excellent writing.