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You hold my hand at a distance by grasping my wrist in two fists
and I swing my arm with determination, to swat the fly
that circles beneath your pupils
but it dips and swerves and palpitates in anticipation,
causing you to blink--
I wish your eyes stayed open
“slowly”
you said
“slowly”
I laughed and gave up
then sleep overtook me
and whatfor? a brief intermission
I was only really scratching an itch
for you.
MMXII
TreadingWater Dec 2015
how the ache
seeps in...
it's gradual...assault
of senses/and/reason
of rational...
thought

consuming and maddening
Each breath some
...l e n g t h y ...chore
I'd pray
for some mercy
...but I'mnotsure
whatfor..

If it meant I'd
{ ^^forget^^} her
...lost; our tan!ger!ine!
kiss
Only vague recollec_tions
...Never knowing...
all...that I'll... miss

Than I'd rather
live r/a/g/g/e/d
I'll skip... moving...
...on...on...on...
There's a hue
her.mouth.granted
Despite the raw
of hergone

no,...I don't really want it,...
although,..
Mercy; might
let me...sleep
being locked
/in/our/moments/
istheonlypartofher
I
Can
KeeP

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