Beauty Heart

We escape to the beauty that we are,

only to rediscover the old wound

We are garish and scared but we have hope

the sun will heal our rotting flesh

I want distance from you so that I can see and seal myself again

I am not one with you, as you'd hoped,

but my own

Yearning must be reserved for the infant who weans for strength

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"Take me home", you say, "back to the echo field"

This the place or space that makes a beating heart barren,

for there is no need for it there

The place of infinite mirrored selves,

where passion no longer lie in a single kiss

Beauty, beauty floats effortless on high thermal vapors,

winged, hallow-bone medicine, Soul's place

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We watch it like we've been there before,

but in a shared vessel

Big screen on a starlit summer night,

intimate but removed

Pinned-up actors in animation but no longer real

I miss my contented heart,

if heart mattered at all.