Every Us

The weight against

my left arm;

the calm;

deliquesce into dreams,

& all other words that can never reach

across the distance between us:

 

return,

return to me,

don’t

leave, don’t

leave 

only empties,

& drained memories

of masochistic anarchy,

romantic naivety & 

 

a weight lacking against the left:

 

how can I dream of anything without

human heat beside me,

beneath

the bed sheets & between

transcendent moments of butterfly wing

flickering eyelids unfurling

into the purity of attention

beyond

the iris reflection?

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