i.
the fault lines around your mouth
so deep I fall in every time
and shake the earth as I plummet
down into the canyon of this love
ii.
I fall and fall and fall
there is no end here
bliss is never touching the ground again
-rjm
loose threads
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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those sheets
were made
to hold
our bodies
while we
held aloft
every idea
of love
we had
ever imagined
-rjm
loose threads 