paper lover

i have a paper lover
i hold him in my hand
he slips between my fingers
it wasn't as i planned

i fold him up so tightly
so he may never fade
i lock him up within my heart
so he is not mislaid

i burn him in an ashtray
a little pile of dust
i breathe him deep into my lungs
a mix of bones and lust

and when the day is over
i weave him in my hair
his name is always on  my lips
a secret midnight prayer

a sort-of sequel to Living in Shadow

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