alone together
before you left
considering the potential
direction of syllables
even the vowels
followed your
gaze
hovering
intimately
just above my shoulder
knocking gently against the
lobe of my left ear
maybe this isn't a
natural end but an
opening
precision laced with a
question but this time no
real answer satisfies
substitutions of our bodies
take more than they give
underneath did you find a
velvet crushed heart?
would you understand it? an
x-ray won't tell
you what you're not feeling
zip me up, dear, before you go.
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