Tug of War

 

The moment I got lost in you was innocuous.

It was not your lips exploring my teeth in a parking lot,

or the first night I slept in nothing but your arms.

It was not watching fire slide from your hands in the dark.

It was some moment in between these,

a small breath that seemed like any other-

until I exhaled locked inside you,

in the green/brown labyrinth of your iris,

where I untangle the threads in the cat’s cradle of your veins,

where I collect your bones

like shells along an ocean

to piece together the jigsaw of your existence

to align the rubix shades of your sleep creased skin,

where unlocking the combination of my release is a game

and the desire for victory dragged at my hands,

until I realized that winning was losing myself.

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[Nykkiicia Cion]

i enjoyed reading this immensely! its written beautifully and well and the use of imagery is very good! i look forward to reading more from you