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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.

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my

body

remembers

and

when I

think of you

there is

the keyed up

anticipation

of the

tightly strung

piano wire –

waiting

for the

hammer

to fall,

the

music

to

start

the frail flailings

and failings

of this exigent life:

old mobile number,

a  dim browned rose petal,

lapsed email address,

a slice of cold shared pizza,

unanswered text message,

a half drunk cold coffee.

one lonely sock.

I don’t even know

where

you live

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