watching you take that skin
with the skill you mentioned before, lover.
crude and now removed
gods with the sunburns that you knew,
those gods that i endured,
making peace with each of them
licking the stamps when you sent them off
return our saliva to our mouths
they carried, in their caves, the mysteries
you whisper into the hall
like some holy wall in Jerusalem
the name that grew in the belly of that fool
I'm begging when I'm banging
on the bucket remaining
sensing wonder when I should be praying
I've decided to take my white,
pass through the arch
and sing you my song no longer
but you ponder, or maybe i think you do
is that cold closed casket of another
where the night becomes darker that you foster
never knowing in that shadow that lingered
never hearing in that moment of doubt
instead i leaned against the frame of the door
and fell out
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