In the blank, covetous darkness
you reach down like lightning
and the whole of my soul
surges forward in a greeting
that is simultaneously
obscene and disconsolate.
–
We both know that nothing
will come of your touch
but for several minutes
we bounce gently together
our bodies pressed tight
as a stack of porcelain plates.
–
In the heat of starvation
we evaporate slowly
and I hate to say it
but months of anticipation
have turned to something
that feels a lot like
dread and indifference.
–
If you crack my bones
you will find nothing
but ink and the cinders
of a once formidable fire.
I don’t want to be
forbidden, excepted,
a penumbra suspended
fitfully between two worlds.
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