our bed

"our bed

our bed is a fertile field in its season

radiating winter flames,

love is not the last room

I barely recall a time without you

eyes brown like our carpet’s blue,

molasses plans sinking

spray splay forwards

slow spurn, seep away

free to disappear

dissolve into a safe state

leaving behind

a still small shadow"

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