Perfectly equipped failure

I remember how your wore

Your porcelain smile

When pomegranates were in bloom,

Obliquely, aimed at the others,

When its warmth belonged to me.

Caught in a vacuum of light,

Unhinging the balance of a frail day,

I’d choke all the breath I could hold

On its alabaster shape,

For fear my heart would halt

Its tingles and go silent.

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