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Instead of a street light

angling through your blinds

decorating sleep

I am a pale gleam 

on the sheets

my mouth the next verse

we lean into

I want to set you loose 

like a wind chime 

in a storm

shaking the house

until our teeth crack

I don’t want a taste

I want my body to be

so full of your body

that you wave at yourself

in the mirror

with my hand

Posted 11/11/13
from My Only Living Relative