arms around your neck
never thought
anything
went both ways
waist
and arms
and back
never stopping
walking past the two
blinking red lights
halfway between
your bedroom and
mine
abdicated
apart from the humor,
the shy-
we are not you
you probably do not
under-
stand
that
towering but meseley
months
above youthful sarcasm-
oh my curious
heart
the cat was held
tied in a bag
-I let it roam free-
what little space
left off the map
the cat didn't come
home
one night
swallowed into
purple-veined
thoughts
I think what makes us
alone
is the compilation of time
spent knowing
there is never
good
to expect
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