Tagged: night

we do not know our

we do not know our
appetites until we cross
paths with it – sometimes

in broad daylight, other times,
in the middle of the night
.
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perhaps you protect

perhaps you protect
yourself from me a little,
when a handful of
words exchanged
can acquire life,
get out of bed
with a sigh, become
intimate with every corner
of the apartment, eat
the same meals you
eat, watch the same
Centurion Classics,
crawl into the hammocks
you hang between more
words planted by once
familiar authors, lay down
beside you at night,
try to control their
breathing in the dark,
on the chance that you
won’t swat them away
.
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last night, with one look,

a handful of hours

a handful of hours
before sunrise,
your thumb
has discovered
the outer
corners of my
pinky. i have
forgotten
where triggers
go to hide
.
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for seven, maybe

for seven, maybe
eight hours, i tried you on
with a different

lens – i don’t like to share more
of myself than i have to
.
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i have been caught

i have been caught
grinding my teeth
in the middle of the
night again. you reach
over and massage my
cheeks, pulling me
back from worlds
and worlds away. i
return to you, covered
in the elements –
exiting the universes
we create always
takes some strength,
ample resistance
.
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one or eighty thoughts

one or eighty thoughts
sneak away from
me to meet
you every night – i
have surrendered to
opened windows,
brussels sprouts
in the kitchen
.
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