Ode to Kintsugi
There are cracks
and gaps, spaces
of me that
could be
empty.
Places the crush
of boots in a
rushing crowd
broke my seams
apart.
Where voices pitched
to shatter glass
and fissures
cleaved
anew.
Like ribbons of
laquered gold
bridge the
breaks in
pottery,
your lines glaze
the void, flaxen
and rich, where
should be
a rift
I am filled
with you.
Ode to...
There are cracks
and gaps, spaces
of me that
could be
empty.
Places the crush
of boots in a
rushing crowd
broke my seams
apart.
Where voices pitched
to shatter glass
and fissures
cleaved
anew.
Like ribbons of
laquered gold
bridge the
breaks in
pottery,
your lines glaze
the void, flaxen
and rich, where
should be
a rift
I am filled
with you.
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