ineffable

i      —-                          i don’t know. 

you are what i cannot comprehend 

you are                        the dry flakes of skin

you are                      blossoming on my lips

you are                       the fluctuations of my 

you are                          threaded blue irises 

 

maybe      Y O U  {you?}

 

 

          a r e          t h e           S  e  a    ; 

 

 

 

i don’t know. 

i don’t{do} know your name, and it hurts. 

you’re like smoke 

slipping through my fingers                        

       curling

          w  h  i  r  l  i  n  g 

              t    w    i     r     l     i     n     g 

 

 

(like the Sea?) 

 

 

                          right? 

 

like that great big bed of secrets that swallows the earth in its sheets

like that pair of churning arms that cradle the bodies, beloved and lost 

like 

     like 

           l   i   k   e     —- 

 

 

 

oh, i don’t know. i’m just a poor peddler of words, but here are my wares: 

 

 

  you are indescribable{unthinkable} 

  you are intuitive{tentative}

  you are wordless{spiralling} 

              you are the parenthesis  (    ) 

              the    b r a c k e t s           [    ]

              and all the things in between 

 

        but what do i know of the ineffable? 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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