oh my darlin, sylvia.

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If she wasn't
held captive by time
I would take her into my arms,
fingertips graze every hair
on her head.
"we are all hot in here", my blistered lips might
manage to excrete.

We would spend our summers
hammering away
at the stone walls
and fashion
our own windows,
for which to climb out of
at the death of day
to elope with dusk.

Your shell, your magnificent embodiment
should be displayed
in parks,
in paintings,
on rooftops.
And I will miss you
because you are close enough to
feel
but too distant to touch.

You are inside
every teenage riot tear.
seducing the artists
into your living room,
the only place
the mind can repose.
if only for a moment.

thank you
for reminding me
to recollect
what I'd almost forgotten they'd taken from me.