Ends of the Earth


I don’t know where those are.

Where they end and you begin 

Just like us together…


But I was spitting truth 

From my mouth to yours

And maybe other parts 

When I said

If they take you

(And in these times that could happen 

And 

They may)

I also said:


I will go to the ends of the earth 

To find you

And keep you 

As I should have 

the first time 


Esurient 

I drink straight Campari

 Bitter blood, 

A vampire’s revenge for every

Vile Word he chokes down my throat.


Gestapo in my own home

Men like this


But men like you 

Are carved from another future,
A place where my voice is not a warning
But a welcome.

Where my body is not a battlefield
But a map,
And you read it like scripture
With patience
And the quiet certainty of someone
Who refuses to look away.


Men like you
Pull the ghosts off my shoulders
One finger at a time,
Call me back into myself,
Tell me I am not ruined,
Tell me I am still worthy of finding.


So if the world tries to swallow you,
If the sky breaks open
And some system decides your name is a threat,
Know this:


I have already marked the route.
I have already packed the rage,
The softness,
The hunger,
The memory of your hands
Where mine once trembled.


And I will follow you
Into whatever darkness calls,
Until the ends of the earth
Are nothing more than a place
Where we rest,
Breathe,
And begin again.



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