Siamese from Younger Moments by soft idiot

sweetly irreverent you're blissing your petals away
pacing the pavement, thinking of something to say
when you come home i won't be there
sweetly else where
slipping fingers underneath our skin

touching our toes we are wishing the mothers away
feeling our fingers falter and streak down our face
one in the same
you are elsewhere
but i am right here
pulling stitching imagined in our side

forcing fingers down our throat
to feed a thing that will not grow
we're trapped in gestation
with one thing left- a beating heart
it can't be sewn nor torn apart

we're not where we want
we're wrapped up in love

• Alternative
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• Philadelphia