you see?
i don’t
think our
napkins
are folded
at the
same
table.
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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.
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
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.
the gu/ilt
framed
weight
of your
expectation –
it
crushes
the
butterfly
bright blue,
the
glint tint
of
these
already
battered
and
wind torn
wings.
I wake
at 6 am
eyelids
gut
hands
fluttering.
I remember
Now
that your
voice
sounded
as flat
and
Pinned
as the
gold framed
moths
i once
hung
on our
hallway wall.
Transitory as
a shadow,
the real you
and me
twists
and flips
and contorts,
Never stands still –
I wonder
could you
find us
on a map.
