Like a Glisten or Sheen in my Vision
I want to amorphous with you,
bleed border-less.
This distance isn’t difficult, but palpable,
a worried stone in my pocket,
the slow-fraying thread I pick.
Your face ghosts each hour:
a tense overlap
I opaque over.
I am molting red
but near sun
cures raw quick.
Need is negotiable
but some haunting of the bed
colors my loving.
I remember shuddering under your big,
your noiseless roar,
my prey surfacing beneath
your bristle
your landslide.
I didn’t know I was waiting
until you stood too close.
I didn’t ocean
until shipwrecked;
you can’t tell water no,
what borders are.
I covet you like storm-telling wind
tousling fields with its omen –
the electric message sent
before the drench.
I do not wait for you
like a promise
or a curse.
I carry you like a photo in my wallet,
like a bomb burst.
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