Stumbleworthy

His eyes are

tea

finally mellowed.

Neither abrasively hot, nor too quickly cool.

A warmth blooms beneath my ribs.

Ringed in lashes curled

around,

squeezing my heart,

tight in the hollow

of my throat:

I watch him wake.

Flecked with light

narrowed but not without deepness.

They squint

an awareness,

an understanding

without moving your mouth

my heart (echoes).

I am upright

composed,

masking the

                                                                                                    terriblewonderfulawful

unearthing

of gravity.

So slyly

hiding

the way I’m

falling

apart

inside.

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