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Lily,

who didn’t

feel like she

was that

important.

Lily,

who felt like

she was

always sinking.

Lily,

when his gaze

fell upon

her.

 

Lily.

 

For a few

seconds.

 

Lily.

 

For a few

seconds.

 

Lily,

he gave her

a green and

verdant

view of

this world.

 

Then somehow –

 

Lily.

 

Finally

seeing with

her eyes wide

wide open.

 

Lily,

thinking she

was never

meant to die.

walking home

under

the inexorable

force

of last

night’s

full moon,

i am

thrown

into

your inevitable

path.

my head bent,

my shoulders hunched,

i looked up

and i

stumbled-

hands

and knees

and splayed

and down.

feet

and

plunge

and

trip.

this abyss-

we made it-

too suddenly,

too late,

too visible now.

 

i am

walking

somewhere

on

the verge

of

waking.

i dream.

i grasp

your hair

your throat your

wrists your hips.

you.

press my lips

tightly

to your

locked

heart and soul ,

find and hear

and match

the neatly

pulsed

rhythm

contained

only

within you.

and

then

awake

to

a new

and

sudden

dawn.

you see?

i don’t

think our

napkins

are folded

at the

same

table

after all.

 

the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

heat humidity

and i lick the sweat from your brow

humidity heat

she

hears

all his

b  i  g    w i d e   w o r d s.

she

hears

them,

takes them all in,

pares

them

back,

exposes

a

curiously

fine boned

font

beneath.

 

 

We kiss

like

we

always

do.

And I

always

need

to taste

you,

always

need

to bite

you,

you

your lip

your tongue

you.

always.

Taking

you

all

in.

I can’t

help

myself

anymore.

Always.

always

this kiss

always.

always.

always.

 

 

 

so i

walk

into

this

empty

white

corridor.

It

resounds

with

the emptiness

the squareness

the

multiplication

the

amplification,

the

recurring

emptiness

of

this

world

without

you.

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