rain on the lenses
of our eyes drew ghosts
we held and let go, & beneath the tracks
the river rolled on -
thunder & wine, how the lightning in my
eyes caught & kept & knew but i
didn't know you anymore & you
didn't recognize my scent
but when the rain came the sound
washed into my mouth & out
& all the words that
wouldn't go down - in the end it was so simple, you
took my bags inside, & i had to follow
how hard i used to try to turn away from you
your memories, our eyes
closing on the lit horizon
fingers wound & interwoven,
but all that you or anyone could do
& all the flesh in the world & all the lips & hips
& come-hither tongues can't encompass
my less-than-perfect-need perfectly -
& don't have to.
(the world is not a ruler or a key) & i knew this from the very first
walking home, half drunk on hips & words that our lips
never spoke - i knew but i guess that i
just wanted to close my eyes for awhile.
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