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Dah


Fragmented

Aimless. Agitation.
I feel, in a word:
thirsty, forlorn,
melancholic.

To be nothing
but wind bored with
Autumn’s waste:
composed or decomposed.

Inside, I curl up: fragmented,
incurable. Insatiable.
Slumped under bottom
–less moonlight. Between

beams, darkness shoots up.
Juxtaposing: black,
white. Gray:
dreams.



Today Will Be …

Feelings are dust, scattered. This
distance between intentions,
moments. Motion. Rapture.
Everything loses. Intimacy. Pleasure.
How difficult this is without you.

Earthy nights: Verses. Rituals.
Impossibility, possible: my fingers,
are tongues. Each pulse: ripened rad-
iance: in you, from you, is
no longer mine.

The middle to the edge, the end,
we stepped. Fell. Wingless birds,
of words. Unbinding: the night’s
indulgence. I surged, a storm:
you slid down, blue.

Is this anything worth wishing for?
Scent, touch. Lust: a slicing
blade. Kisses, dis-
solved. Holding on, useless:
today will be a long time ago.




Dah
 
 
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