i wring my heart of the last
few teardrops it
could beg from my body,
my blood revealing what more
it could do and reclaiming
all that you have offered,
the sum of days ahead
eaten by permutations of
your desire, fumbling in
the equation which never
will be lost in the sound
of the pulled, arresting
moon and the pierced
latitudes holding you.
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