Cusp

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison 
I hold your cold hand
Palms dry
Eyes cry

You inhale my words
I exhale your love
Lost and we become
As I cusp your hand

We see that truth
Has come to pass
and ceasing embers
of your withering fire.

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