In the course of the elevated
Touching, all and nothing, limited
By the unsure outcome of
These tired shreds
There is no other way to say
Being Inside
An excited spiritual crossing
Brought these bones out
On your painted beach and sheets
I never minded being yours.
Its sweet to be remembered.
In those few hours I dreamed in fast-forward.
After palming and tasting
Vacancies and members
You planned an escape
After healing an itch
Of mine and of yours
That hardly has healed, dear.
*
That fingerless dawn
I paced under heat and rain
Sickly up to Tasso’s Tree
To return
But you don’t eat breakfast or
Ask anything either
Who knows where you are.
*
As if friendship would protect
Me from you & your
Calculated
Figure
I was the geisha.
You are spared.
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