NOCTURNE 1 [DECEIVE. IF IT'S DARK]

Deceive. If it's dark, then slide with me. A loose red in the winter, make a mutter, make
A second man. In the dream, I saw you swimming. Ozone loose in the hair, tangle love where
My skin sleeps. I do not wash away; I do not leave you. Running ink across your hands.

Sleep under my lips. Sleep under my words. This is the language, close against us.
Every moon is two round moments; every push has a second glide. We swim together.
Let me open; let me swallow. Press me to the stones of the river, and push. Or:

Forget me. The heart is the heart. Red, and unmoving, feel me beating. We are
Locked and undone; we're clasped and finished. I would hold you.
You can be the tongue against my skin; you can be the river in my hair.


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