prayers to the emptiness within

i never imagined
having enough words
to write
four thousand poems
never imagined
anyone would care
on a globe of indifference

but as it sits
throughout a life lived alone
with brief moments
of glorious connection
i have written thousands
of bloody prayers
to the emptiness within

and my mouth
tastes of citrus
and i long to see
how we taste together
as the ocean of words
presses down
grinding me to paste

and my hands
are callused but strong
and i long
to rub your flesh with them unleashing
a whole new ocean
to drown us

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