Thought
no choice
it lingers
seduced
breath of ether
arisen from ripples
upon our pond
what will nor will
weather nor wither
whether
you walk closer
or run away
to feel
this way or that
the aches
whispers
within your echo
reverberation
abreast
my carcass
masticated
undressed
left of rib
beating
where once one has broken
now stolen
swole
an escape
in summer fields of lilac
or lily
lost lying languid and in love
grooved with tongue
and tooth
forever
long
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