you were half-close up and up-
side down, your lips made abstract
in the daylight, into something like
two petals from a tulip
hesitant to bloom for fear
of the sun, and I had only
a mouth full of thorns
and you began to fall
asleep and dream, fighting off
some far-off threat with you finger-
tips and speaking tongues
I'd never heard before,
the slightest movements making
tremors float across your skin
we did nothing
for hours except remain
still and listen
to music written
for us
and I have never looked
uglier and you have never looked
more simple
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