where will your eyes lay me ?
on the edge of our bed, where years have folded our skin together
in a filter of light
or in some dark place that has yet to find us
in the damp afterplace of things unresolved--
I picture you turning,
my transgressions braided, trailing behind as your steps grow more and more sure.
--last
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
where will your eyes lay me ?
on the edge of our bed, where years have folded our skin together
in a filter of light
or in some dark place that has yet to find us
in the damp afterplace of things unresolved--
I picture you turning,
my transgressions braided, trailing behind as your steps grow more and more sure.
--last
inadequate
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