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Ophelia Revisited

the flesh dreads the unwelcomed parting
of your lips, memorizes the feel of cool
water kisses, a first: water igniting fire.

i dread the curving bough i've become
beneath your hands, breaking at the
hint of your breath along the spine of
my yawning need. my body grasps not
just your body but your entire being,

as a small child eager to be feed.
and i realize much is asked for in
pacifying my mad fears, which have
become as sand in my life, and i've

come to dread singing out your name
while forgetting my own {i love you}
with tinfoil bright crying eyes, my soul
quivers, a leaf on the highest bough.


Toi
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