If I could measure love
In buckets of your tears
And the blood you've spillt for my inequity
I could bathe in it
With cuts and sores
Stung by your salt and iron
Buckets that would swallow my own tears
Whose meager volume could barely be
Considered a pollution
The light that swirled from our star
Frozen in the event horizon of your eyes
Swirling stagnant glimmering
Limp surrender of a drugged soul
Brushing hand against the heavens
Tugging at the strands until he blinks
and is gone
Swallowed by darkness
We hold our eyes open
Until they are so dry the twitching of tired lids scrapes
Afraid to blink
The second the eyelips kiss
The light is gone
Devoured
The bucket is dry
The bucket is not enough to hold
The light away from collapse
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