Desire'
By jlacan
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Your hair
your mouth this light your hands
These gems an emblem this lace stretched like fire
and gray as the sky
How I invent you as the tide surges on the sand
against the horizon
Anonymous as the wind your grace a whisper
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Taste your lips like starfruit, crisp and sweet and
tangy with salt
Lingering like a touch, my fingers brushing your face
distance and the night gathers itself
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the blue screen you project
In the shape of our invented bodies
this imagined world
Like an iron bracelet a broken map the wet sand
clinging
In an
ecstasy of horizons a room filled with distance this shape
intricate so lost so filled and spinning
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wanting, the simple purity of it
As a typeface gleams in the white stone what it
asks
A savage
rigor the white feathers drifting this grace this touch
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Swirled in the mist of its keeping O this secret
net cast like threads the marks
Scattered like tattoos across pale skin, your eyes
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Dripping like wet stones into a cistern, this night and
its meaning
Fragile and trembling at the edge of the abyss
the core of each word we speak
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