[14 October 2019]
_____a____
But why, why do you say
that this is all there was, and
nothing more? Your hair,
your skin, your voice pull
something deep and primal out of me,
stir the waters, interlace
your fingers behind my head
and draw me in.
_____b____
Ocean, tide pulling
_______________ and me towards
end.
Moon, stooped low over
_______________ and sunsets
end.
_____c____
One day I’ll tell you what it’s like to forget, or at least to be forgotten.
_____d____
Mad. Mad mixture of men. And marshwater.
You saw it, didn’t you? You saw this.
You see the future with those hard,
gentle eyes spread out
laid out in between my two palms.
I buried you. I feel you move underneath.
_____e____
Sunsets over the _______________.
Shooting blanks. Fill in the blanks
with whatever seems to make the best story.
You’ve already seen me, crowned and
_______________ under the light of the
heavenly bodies swimming in the ocean
in your eyes and in the palm of your hands.
You can’t forget that easily. The way your
hand felt when you _______________ has
already permeated my skin and become a part of who I am.
_____f____
Like Hyacinthus, we shed our skin, making room for something new.
Like Hyacinthus, we shed our skins.
Like Hyacinthus, we _______________.
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