"drink my warmth"
i tell her that i am
in and out of luminance
in and out of darkness.
demure in the gloomlights
she lay her hand atop mine. eyes transfixed on my own
and spoke: "how unreliable a narrator you are."
her palm is warm on
the roof of my digits. she touched my hand i wondered
if she knew it was i who found her that night.
her, a precious thing.
her, a precocious thing.
& she'll smile the way she tends to smile; through
perfectly constructed teeth only to speak with a soft voice that somehow
drifts through the caverns of my skull so simply.
simply.
simply.
why must you be so visceral?
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