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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.

 

the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

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.

 

 

 

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

swim

to

consciousness

somewhere

in

the

predawn

hint and hum of light

and

drown myself

in you

again

and

again and again.

again.

here there is some vast

distant singing: a giant

chord struck just for us

i am afflicted

with a craving for your flesh,

i will sink my teeth deep

how will i ask for

ordinary things like food

and drink when all i…

i think that it was

seeing you

in full bloom,

at the very height

of spring –

strong green buds plaited,

bright petal

sheen and shine,

all the colours

twined.

it

 brought me to tears.

I know

how very much

we were a symbiosis,

your  new green verdant growth

tied to

my  mud stained

cleansed hands.

I was the first one who had cared for you in years.

Parted.

Uprooted.

I cry for us both now.

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