yesterday

i have borrowed
the wings of your
unburdened spirit

now let me rest
the windings
of my febrile mind
and aching body
against you

hold me in the
quarters of your heart
where you keep
youth’s bright convictions
and luxurious absolutes

keep me here unless i drain you
hold me near until i am free

if i can repay
a fraction of the hope
you have restored to me
i would be absolved of my sins
and for handling
the sacred
spark
too
freely

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