a magic by Indigo Tempestathe perfect touch of something i could be a mother i could be a mother i could be a reverent child.
times like this i want to fall your body into the spaces between your ribs and i want the words to flow rushingiwanttosqueeze interstitial space into nothing into sustenance into me oh holy i feel so broken oh hold me together or grind me to dust if ever is enough.
and allofasudden-like the words come to me and they mean more to you now oh if only i mean it means like you are a leaf falling i want to write about you make your name the name that is heaven to the one who is speaking to the ones who can hear i want to write you this is like emerging i think like warmth.
like gunpowder is your skin and like shattering are your eyes.
and all i hear is softly music
08/11/2002 Posted on 08/11/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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