When the gentle ridges in his lips
would part for me,

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and the pretty valleys in his eyes
would wash his misery for me,

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and the coral in his cheeks
would twitch twice for me,

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and his living hands
would unsmother my words for me,

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he whispered that his name
was Navy.

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I wanted to walk next to him,
and breathe next to him,
and unsmother him back,

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so I stayed
and let my fingers
braid into his grasp.

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I gazed with him
at the fleeing rivers.

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I lived with him
in his bending arms.

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I think of him now
as his hands
that he warmed
with my own.

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When the peaks in my mouth
would part for him,
I knew I loved him too,
and whispered my name.

Crying out that life
Is a mindless lesson
Blessed with premonitions
Its a process of elimination
That we deny our promises
In order to confide in the silence
The space between
Reason and innocence
Is only ordinary violence
So we try to lift our emotions
To the heavens but instead
They fall like acid rain
Upon our dinner table