The blood of old idioms
climb my suffering like ivy / feral words
that slide from my mouth sound just like you,
impersonating the vernacular of your curiosity
which trigger how forcefully you squeeze your
fingertips into my fossilized knees / you whispered
my thighs once belonged to Proserpina

I flee from your dirty hair, damp walls
that study the humidity in our individual breaths,

You monopolize the air, you pervade
everything / a child’s mouth, the last dusting
of an Olympic wave / a divergent rhododendron,
the pain in my voice / love, in sallow hands and
hurricanes, Pluto occupies everything, with touch,
with fever & flush / without boundary or inhibition

If there was more of me to find, you hunted it down
to reverb into my soul, to use as pillows,

In one night – you saw the moon tumble from my waist
into the hours of nocturnal waters, you slipped in
thru the sea, in silence / you hush each caustic cry
pushing one mouth to another     naked, of your
permanent pride / naked, in blue vein & eye /
you never left me, but smeared the syllables
of every timeline until it was just / you & me

Beasts of current, fed off the constellations,
you left nothing behind.


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