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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.

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

i kiss you like the

thirsty woman kisses her

new bottle of gin

there is some pain in

this missing of you – a strong

ache deep in my bones

Your mark on my mouth:

Leaves my lips stained like fingers

Picking blackberries.

After the

long slow

pass

of the

turning day,

she watches

the moon

being

whittled away –

 how

long

til

you

return?

Belly to belly

Our mute flesh finds tongue and voice

Calls us to this dawn.

Grain by grain he takes

The fragile crystalline shards

From her new filled bowl.

She painted her lips

A bright bright red and went out

To devour the world.

 

The ebb,

The flow,

The

slow

slow

delight.

The to,

The fro,

The

star’s

course

tonight.

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