strong is the still that
reverberates
over old space,
the cold
drought of petal dreams
I chalked
on the garden hose
nozzle,
the mask
just one string
away
away…

the night we touched
was like

                
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(stars)

those daddy-rolled feelings
on my back as
you licked
my spine.