POETRY: WHERE WE CROSS SWORDS NO LONGER BY PAUL TRISTRAM

I’d climb her ribcage,
if she’d only let me.
From the bottom
to the top.
In and out
of nostalgia
to a deeper
understanding.
Where we
cross swords no longer.

Written by Paul Tristram

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