small cat under the table cloth.
manhole shrunk.
cobblestone tracks lost.
gatherer of fibres
let the face of wind
be the pigment you draw.
slight skirt stitched by hand.
you gone not a cough wrong.
baby, sting me,
then clear out your cup.
black short wide straw.
window frames with space for the letters.
clawfoot tub filled.
rusty bottom.
inside ivory astro
span to your length
now narrow,
sow soft.
in the living room
i roll a blunt proper
for a queen like you.
by the moonlight
the splash of bath water
sounds so pure,
just knowing it's made by you.
tonight the cello sleeps.
our breath the metronome.
staccato with beat.
body shadows
lost in the dark hallways,
slender secrets kept...
...keep.
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