Brighter, Cut Short

I’m sorry, looking cross’t eyed
weight of touch, slip and slight
kept your lovenotes, lost our keys
hearts in print for nights like these

My torches know and more’n me
grapevines die if not swept free
hands are harps and sing like Thou
but beats’ too fast, s’might be my bow

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