NaPoWriMo Day 12 – Sculpt

Sculpt

He screams my name to draw
Me to his collapsed embrace
Eager to trap me forever
He denies it is true but something
In the way he sculpts his phrases
Against my ears, my lips
Bring doubt as an undercurrent
Something in the way
Between us and forever
Within all he does not say
Sculpt our shortcomings in his image
To trap me forever in an embrace
Without a true future to hold

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