my little room, whitening
here in the morning sun
without us
your bodyghost in time
goes through my heart
without words for us
without inscape
apperception
love, where in me
have you burrowed
in what array will i
find your siren song
my little room warming
like a cat in a sun
fragment inside me
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not even in sleep do we leave our forms to total abandon. Never like a sun swept cat do our bodies leave their total imprint in the warm morning sheets.
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