The treachery of over-staying a welcome
Is as unforgiveable
As the closing of night
or the blossom that parts
Leaving ribbons of kisses
Only to return for them again.
& we laugh at the skeletons
Hanging idle in our closets -
We dress them in silly clothes
& amusing poses
To reduce their power
Now we take shelter
In the sheets of your bed
I am constructing my movements
From the blueprint of your body
We commune in to defeat grief
We trespass & disrespect the mundane
A new ritual -
From San Pablo rd
To the sea
I lean into you
You lean into me
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