the hours stretched by
this waiting, these hands
and eyes incapable
of anything else save
desire - an immutable hunger,
an incomprehensible want
to hide behind the jagged
trellis of your smile,
to a moonlight dissipation
of my own thoughts and
reservations, prepared to
lose one more time, and
another, until we fumble
upon truths we want to arrest.
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