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o n e

room
in endless shadow
corridors from here
to silence and its depth

everything so abstract
it seems sleep won't last
at least not as long as the words

dreams
seamless
woven into texture and colour
into sheets
folds
unfolds
heat sometimes creeps
always near
always a presence

my skin is wet
I'm dreaming we're two
we touch
we try but cannot filter
we've got each other's non-porosity
we touch
outside/inside
that thing looks like a question mark

now I find
I'm alone waiting
breathing hopelessly
blue green velvet air
thick like water
thick like ice
except for the heat
snaking up my body
snaking


t w o

somewhere
kind of
maybe
pleasure
orgasm
light
pure
fresh
flesh
can't wait
will be waiting
will be
sort of
ersatz
my twin
my friend
my brother
my absence
my king
will be
will be hoping
will be praying
incense
incentive
daylight madness
craving
urge
urgency
from time to time
freefall
farewell


t h r e e

be
be
be

I haven't been yet
we haven't been
together
yet

mutually ignorant
of each other's desire
ignorant about that
reciprocity

wondering

wondering

(and, yes, it makes no sense
whether words or hands
speak for us
whether we touch or try
whether screens and electricity
flow between us)

speak the truth
you are not aware of
that silence louder than
everything

just take the time
to be with me

be
be
become