The “Quotes”And The Tittle •

You quoted my heart reciting verbatim,

what was written upon the diaphanous pleats of my soul,

with the melanic ink from some preconceived notions —

of a long ago memory.

You recited by heart — my hearts secrets,

the ones you had promised were never to arouse — the light of day, annexing

the dawns grinding rise, where justice blind squints — falls on her knees —

before the pinnacle of the sun

You quoted the price I’d pay for each and every scar I tissued upon my heart,

with the tears I sentenced you away with.

Reading the writing on the heart I walled to keep your siege at bay.

The exchange of currency, embezzling our souls to the bankrupt shores of a debtors hiatus —

alienation, no peace accords or satisfaction guaranteed

You read the letters I was learning to quill,

you watched my childlike scrawl grow into the calligraphic tempest that

marked the passage from my heart to yours.

You recited the sound of thunder,

counting the seconds after the lightning struck,

illuminating the storm that raged against my breast plate.

After the rains you couldn’t read the words spelled out by with the rivers backwards flow —

clearing the pages of my heart for new beginnings.

You quoted my signature upon the cast you’d molded,

the tourniquet you bound my bleeding heart with, and

you honored the breaking of yours.

You addressed the night with my thoughts, your prayers

quoting new-born locutions that once said could never be erased,

anastrophe denying times return to yesterday.

You quoted by heart, my hearts each muffled beat, on life support,

the silence that you heard was the sound of your own —

transcribed in the language mistakes shyly speak with.

Flaring your pride upon my dignity

You recite with a wave of your hand,

the punctuations that pierced our hearts with the tittle that crowned the words —

after the passage quoted.

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