one hundred and twenty eight degrees: ‘a bridge of sighs…’

The Last Beat of My Heart ~ DeVotchKa

one hundred and twenty eight

Within, this rusted outline. Rich contours, scarred scarlet. Blood drum, beating. Blue. Dream’s avatar, once removed. Returns, to stay. Oh patterned, replay. Push, repeat. Our ancient, story. For you, pull. Slip into, sleep. To thread, magic. Cords, that bind. This endless, aching. Knot. You looped, forever. In, me.

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How in the world can I wish for this…

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5 thoughts on “one hundred and twenty eight degrees: ‘a bridge of sighs…’

    • One of *those* moments. Had planned to just use the heart as an outline for the tree. But along came Maximus, the embodiment of curiosity and made the composition something special. Big love for my muse! Worth his weigh in cat food *wink*

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