'just checking to see if you've been lost' are my parting words with you before i tread water, dry grass & muddy dusk to the other end of the village. call it loss. call it departure from time long gone that is more than the sum of its parts: punctured despair, slit love in its wake & words raining down the roof.
'where are you going?' you ask. 'you're always getting yourself into muddy water.'
it's a dark night while you watch me, a moving figurine of fearlessness. you'd stay by the fire in your house & i'd stay alone by the water.
gorgeous!!!
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