the sculptor’s wife

i’ve looked in every corner
upturned every stone
…………blended shadows
…………and reached into
…………black places

………………there is nothing to be found

………………in the darkness
………………i grasp and i grab
………………as everything you’ve ever said
………………slips through my fingers

………………mercurial
………………mirroring back to me
………………the echo of a voice
………………that never existed
………………a face i cannot know
………………a heart that has
………………no rhythm

………………i sing songs
………………in the cave of existence
………………i build you a fire
………………that burns without
………………smoke

………………i breathe in the dust
………………of your desire

………………hold my breath
………………hold my breath
………………hold my
………………………..breath

………………waiting for

………………the shape of you
………………to form
………………beneath my
………………………..fingers

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