have i met you?
1) the thread in my hands//now, coiled into yours//tangibles formed from soft oblivions //first howls of cardiac ducts rising: virgin yellows//cheeks as orange as mine and-- oh, do not untie, this is nature's own fairing//an ecstasy running in my temples and purging out the thick white dunes of past//cast out cards, foresee my future, for there is no room for more: unsaid carcasses of words//
2) a creamy mustard lingers on these pages, loose ink//hidden letters have now seemed to find their purposes, to suffice// the keys go on till fingers grow weary//of wait soaking in the flush//the apples are no longer red for they have been housed by unscrupulous renters//ghosted forever//the knot still manages to survive, even so,// meet: ripple plague of blood and honey hands on my face//reading colours off breaths//
3) your smile is beckoning, dawn’s blush.
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