SHE SAYS SHE SAYS

she presses her *******
cold against the mirror
tries to enter her own reflection

she says she wishes she was
someone else
so that she could make love to herself

after her shower
her hair cups her *******
like two alien hands

she says she
breaks into my (absence)
to steal my (presence)

she says she loves
the way I adverb her
the gentle "ly" in my voice

somewhere she
feels she's made out of a silence
where no sound has every fallen

she accuses me of
stealing her dreams
whilst she'd dreaming

she says she
adores being
on the tip of my tongue

she says my voice
is like the vowel O
in the word love

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I wanted to get a montage effect of voices and conversations that just come unbidden back...like Godard's UNE FEMME MARIEE montage of images only mine would be of thoughts...feelings...emotions... traces of the love that would by now have floated away into the ether but slip back into the unconscious.