Where does my fear settle, in the replay?

Your lip bitten after creased sheets graced our morning rituals.

Your lip bitten


Aggressions, agreed, accepted

Smiles creeping into hidden expressions, you sensed, you asked and heads tilt as we exchange permission.

Deep dwellings, so deep we fall to lands visited by no other, our souls swinging to familiar beats. We knew the score, had we met once before?

Am I fearless hoping that we had?

Yes, I was first to wrench the dagger but torn skin plagued us, blood poured the night we met. Mars tinted Moon and dirt tracks patiently waiting for our muddied boots. Graves were dug, twists and hurricane howls knew the way, tripping our step, tumbling effortlessly towards the full stop. We played our parts well, a deafening applaud awaited our bow as not one line forgotten. Never so easy to perfect such manipulations but damn, we were good.

Am I fearless doing nothing?

Bewildered in the vacuum of now, without you.

Breathing, only movement I can muster. A finger may flinch as my mind turns to tomorrow but God, please bring me yesterday.

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