We buried the body in the black dirt
corpse of a friendship
the gravestone was an old empty redwood tree
gravel stains on your naked waist
wild curling wrestling in the starscape
flashing the dark forest
like a crime scene
I lost count of the miles by midnight
blurry highway lines become your ribcage
cavern of your phantom laugh
a little girl crying for caress
a specter moaning evergreen
I am haunted by that perfect terrible fit
of your skin against mine.
TA
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