Asymmetrical Love


But hands held are not symmetrical
My knuckles turn whiter than yours
No two peaches comparable

I'll love until my mouth is full
Of dancing ants and civil wars
But hands held are not symmetrical

Bones ache, chest breaks identical
To fit in is tears lapping at shores
No two peaches comparable

Bat calls bounce off forgotten walls
Walls empty, hungry scraping cores
But hands held are not symmetrical

Nothing resounds like when I fall
Too hard, so fast my wrists are sore
No two peaches comparable

Alone again my mother calls
Softly I sink, to give no more
But hands held are not symmetrical
No two peaches comparable

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