Soft, hard, heavy
Hit me with it again
The truth this time-
melted down, kneaded into hard glittering tears
Or crush it, pour it easy into ur barrel
Blow a hole straight through me-
or blow my mind, whatever you need.

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The sprinkler is on in the yard again
Wet, light, gentle
It draws spirals on the grass
I see them everywhere, in ripples, in the air,
In misty lands traced lovingly by ancient hands
I see history in your eyes and i see them spell out
               the end.

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Heat, fast, glaring
I watch tv and everyone has your face
pinpricks scatter on my skin
they shoot pain, like hundreds of invisible arrows
launched bearing your name
and in the rosy dusk hush
I catch a glimpse of your face, flushed.

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Easy, fleeting, touch
But I brand you with each drag of my nail down your hand
Dizzy and parched, I read the home improvements column
I see visions of you in the kitchen, curled on the couch,
over and under my sheets, in the bath
A secret oasis, I drink it in gulps.

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Tiny, gossamer, white
petals flutter past the window
And for a heart stopping second it looks like snow
and I wonder if I’m losing my sense of time and place;
If someone switched the world out
since I’ve bothered to look away from your face
Spring blossoms around me and
I barely notice.

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Now, then, here, when?
I want to see you in my future and the past and whatever’s left in between.
Pretending, second guessing again
Sometimes its cool, and sometimes it's hard to watch
The morning pages ruffle as I stare at you over my cup
A foot tangles in mine
And Eros has me in his grasp.