#FP (graffiti)

#3

He shifted 
as I slept
when I reached 
for him
I awoke
to find
my lips 
time-stamped
expired…
his graffiti
on my heart 
cracked & peeling
#2

I gaze upon
his starry eyes
a written fire
unearthed graffiti
of infinite poetry
he strips me of gravity
I drift closer
to his sun
#1

quiet searched my soul
and found upon its wall
a marksmen’s shield
emblazoned 
silver scriptures
and poetic graffiti
what was & is of he

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