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I came in from the cold floating

above the floor, smoke billowing

in my lungs

a fog curling around my eyes.

An enterprise of longing listing

my gait.

All because you constantly make

me wait -

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When my fingers passed

through yours

I stumbled through forever

there is no space there to recover

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To lay down, to lie.

And if I told you this pillow was mine

would you believe me?

Even though I've rested here for eons

I've never slept.

Never asked the Universe

to expose her secrets, kept

in a band; a black spot.

You say love. Yet, blindness

beats the breasts of the youth

with the wilful ignorance of the agéd.

Still, singularities of Love pull in the light

and the stories leak through every mind.

Our lips press together as we lie -

I am not Love, but a great arrow

of light shot through me once

before the Universe expanded;

swollen with all that she concealed.

Now I long, for those lips

to brush mine, I lust to feel

the heat as the Universe's flesh

caresses mine on this pillow

where I lay. And radiate.

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No Choice

He handled my bones

indifferently.

I watched him reach into the bag

where the flesh is abscessed:

from above, to below

brain and toes.

The heat rose, blossomed

eyes wide open in the aether.

It's like staring at the back of your own head

and wondering about expression.

Once the shot blares out its crucible;

the moon bored through -

straight through the earth.

Is it over? I ask.

No. It never is. Pain coils in the guts.

Was that him?

Still processing my bones.

I'm a vestal in the shade

losing pieces of me to support

a momentum cause, a restriction

a gate across the left-handed path.

The alternative is infertile soil

for furtive burials.

This is where my bones go

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