You are here as much
as I can make you
stiffening incantations erecting
your feral presence
holy ghost apparition slithering along
the ceiling, mind the fan
shed your skin in hot sheets coming
iridescent grinner
whisper into this lost ear and grip me
tight tight
crux in contour no mathematic
formula has solved
driven to abyss
by your opaline chaos
y'all know this madness
a breeze, a kiss
so tight in knots imagining something more than
the gentle stirring of a Spring wind
if for prayer
if for wish
if for wanting
you are here as much as I can
make you
yet
you are still not here.
TA
. The Poet's Beat .
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