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i'm imagining myself into

you're coming

and then leaving

somewhere in between

the moments where

thinking

is just prickly and unnerving

there is sense to be made

not a bed to be had

or a singers song to share

just the delicate simplicity

of your fears

that if

you give too much in this moment

we'll both imagine ourselves

into some kind of shipwreck

and there we'll be the last two people

stuck on an island

facing each other

and hopefully

like each other fine enough

love

this your fear

and leave.

To Be My Mistress

Forgiveness hangs warm

on your breath

as you brush the hair from your face

and by your

own suggestion

swallow the secret let it

plunge to the sea floor

let it

sink heavy

Gossamer you bristle gently on

my neck

and pull away stray

hairs from my face

your residual

wiped away you regret

that no things stay here

that this is an object

that this is an agreement

that this is me stalling

that this your memory

we share momentary.