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Dawn disclosed it –

Light from an honest butter sky

Reveling in a freelance body next to me,

With our fragrant attraction

As dried up

As an Atacamian kiss.

 

I put in me

Sweet, sweet whiskey

Sweet scorned man.

 

Back then, under the accents

And sweet reprieve of street swept skies

We had clinked our glasses several times

In momentary fusion

“A-nother, but on the rocks madame?”

 

I shocked my hips

And danced them out

I spin, we glowed

As spins stepped in.

 

Now.

 

See how we wake in the half-ache

The sum of our parts

Discreet, fortified pains.

When you spoke, the rains in me

Hammered my bones.

 

He has gone, he has drunk

But this light that I sleep

Is full knowing

That there, in the room with no view

Is my resonance.

 

Curling fingers in sleeping vanity

Around absent spaces

That lie on his sheets.

 

I had shed on the pillow

A hair, caught in light.

One crack

So proclaiming

But lifelessly

 

Left to his right.