Love and Summerdust
Hello, Love. The lightning is falling, and there
is a place for you where your breath hits
the back of my neck. I could drown here
in lines and movements, I would wear you
worn, shuddering, if the mood were right
at the edge of your bed. I want you to know
I want to think faster and slower as the days
sneak by me in the mist. I burrow pillows.
Have you seen me lately? Where the sparks are
dropping in the corner of my basement and I am
coughing summerdust and loving you,
saying: Hello, Love. The fog is warm
on the shore. The water is drifting closer
while you are away. I can hear you
scratching at my door, Love,
your breath is falling, sneaking under
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