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Fingertips, suction pads, don't fall asleep now
if you don't fall asleep now we will talk now
we can talk, here, on top of these sheets
talk about the pale hills across the water,
the sods of grass where we sat
where we hadn't sat together yet, summers
we experienced separately, the lighter of our hair
and the longer of the days, here, on top of these sheets

make sure you don't break now, the scorpions in my bookcase
are travelling tonight, it's safe now, the heat
on the windows, the steam from your stories, it's almost
morning on top of these sheets, a final hour, here
in my languid loins, stay, talk a little now
in the languidness of my loins

about: bellybuttons, the silly season, talk a distant land in my ears
the branches on sturdy trees lining the sound of the words
here, fevered dreams, here, on top of these sheets knurs for hands
and bowls of thirst, white lilies in the living room, the walls
long-forgotten blueprints, the innocence of rain worms
in a child's mouth, we can talk here, on top of these sheets.
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