Living Beyond Limits 
Walking Away
Cold fingers
Wrapped around my wrist
They’re yours
No longer do I feel warmth with you.
Black tears
Full of regret fall
They’re mine
Sometimes its difficult, these things we do.
Icy glares
Like darts to my heart
They’re ours
Painful like drawing blood from a dove.
Walking away
The only way out
It’s gone
That crazy little thing we called love.
Image: Walking Away by ~charbee
On my desk is a photograph of you
taken by the woman who loved you then.
In some photos her shadow falls
in the foreground. In this one,
her body is not that far from yours
My life will one day be returned to his village
To live as a cowherd while churning milk for his hungry pink lips
The boyish smile and curly hair barely touches his shoulders
Eyes so wide yet shaped like the waning moon
Little specks in the corner of both are galaxies unknown to us
So far away where other people exist for whom K???a-Devá is their mah?r?ja
the clean silver lining rushes down and
splashes into the depths of the Earthly water
what it once contained has slipped away.
mother’s purity enters, and tickles my innards with cold
sprinkles of water,
folding in and out
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