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Every day
I am falling down
And every night
You come and pick me up
And hold me close
Hold me close so I can see
There's a sky in your eyes
There's a universe in your mind
I wanna be the center
The brightest star in the sky,
Burning forever
But even if I'm not, that's okay
Because I have you here for now.

I'm chainsmoking your breath
Filling my lungs with your oxygen
I'm kissing your sweat
Using your body fluids like glycogen
I'm tasting your skin
My lips exploring every inch of you
I see your beauty within
I feel **** when seen from your view
I'm dressed in your shadow
When you meet my body from behind
Everytime you have to go
I wanna hit pause and then rewind
As soon as we're uncovered
I know we'll both be wetter
I love being your lover
When our bodies snare together

Your mind is so beautiful,
mine is a funeral.
I sleep among the dead
thoughts never said,
so unforgettable.

Guess I've made my bed
a dark space in my head.
Your content summer
breeze
left me under thunder
and took the ease.
I never plead
for your mercy, because
I can pretend I'm not me,
take the liquor to spill
and remove pain with pills.
I can pretend I'm not me,
if that makes it easy
for you.
I can do many things,
I can see everything,
thinking of anything
that could mean anything,
that something is coming.

Something is coming for me...

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I learned—at least—what Home could be—
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant—
How awkward at the Hymn

Round our new Fireside—but for this—
This pattern—of the Way—
Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip
Of a Celestial Sea—

What Mornings in our Garden—guessed—
What Bees—for us—to hum—
With only Birds to interrupt
The Ripple of our Theme—

And Task for Both—
When Play be done—
Your Problem—of the Brain—
And mine—some foolisher effect—
A Ruffle—or a Tune—

The Afternoons—Together spent—
And Twilight—in the Lanes—
Some ministry to poorer lives—
Seen poorest—thro’ our gains—

And then Return—and Night—and Home—

And then away to You to pass—
A new—diviner—care—
Till Sunrise take us back to Scene—
Transmuted—Vivider—

This seems a Home—
And Home is not—
But what that Place could be—
Afflicts me—as a Setting Sun—
Where Dawn—knows how to be—