Thursday, May 16, 2013


I’ll give you some matchsticks
along with some love letters,
(and tell myself,
I should know better.)
a knife
and a single rose.
Bullets to go along with a gun,
so shiny
and silver
I shiver
at the touch.

I’ll kiss that palm of your hand
Where you held it
as you held my face

Love in my eyes,
and trust in my kiss
for all the things you have
all the things you keep.
Never to use
nor ever lose.

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