Aubade

by , Tuesday July 4, 2017
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 Aubade

Aubade

 

 

Your shape is my shape now
I know every angle of you
My eyes are full;
images of your body are saved.

I die a thousand deaths 
I am terrified;behind the windowpanes
I weep and I weep alone.

Flense the language of my body
I want to lie next to you;
stripped-clean 
disappearing in the dawn of your skin.

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