You left my province readily, heading out embarrassed and setting me to courses plotted by knots before. My stomach tangled, and blood on the floor. But this time, you didn't smile. Dried by air and each despair that comes in pairs between legs you need to cross, so get away from me.
I've lost you irreparably. Spoke to slow-smoked shame which swerves and dodges it's own damn lane. The pavement defines us as hard and immovable, the streets of your city now forever unreturnable. Because it wasn't real. I walked wonders of your regal curves--an ampersand of loving you and now we don't know what to do. Which was real? Breaking seals of where we've never gone before but lost the memories and glow and health and held the scraps and spat, "What else or more could we spill before the size of our pride" in the context of jeopardized fantasies and rants at leaks of our sanity. Our seas at ease and trees of peace where you're at home and I'm displaced. Your face can't make sense of spent arrays of attempts to not mitigate the fact we're not innocent, but belligerent instead. And blending illness in earnest.
inevitably, it comes back to words like these
with twice the sound of rustled clothes
on floors we thought we'd never know
inevitably, written into lines like these
forget the sound of slipping clothes
forget my name
leave me alone
released June 29, 2015
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