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Summer Like the heat of a lover It touches every part of me All encompassing and Night Like thoughts of another It leaves me without rest

Write me love letters on broken skin and on the bits of you left in my teeth I swear I can see words beneath your ivory skin I read them off in my head: "I am not worthy" "Kiss me" "How can she be so" "Beautiful" Letterforms dwelling in the shadows of your curves Your eyes, they are verbs Your lips, they are verbs Your hands, they are verbs Your love is a verb, an uninterrupted action Shouted into my ear as our bodies clash and merge and contort until we are nothing more than cursive gestures on a page that tell of the furtive glances we once gave sent across a sea of shifting words Your hips, they are verbs Your arms, they are verb

I keep a folder full of unfinished poems that all begin with you

You are a meditation in blue and orange lights that travel across your face in transit between this world and this bus and this seat and the shadow resting beyond your twice lit, twilit, eyelids

sunrise and high tides and thin lines on a page dirty spoons forks and knives and the dinners we made my eyes and your thighs and soft cries that escape street signs that remind you of gone better days your sighs and her lies sidestep cracks on the pave meant that you'd never leave me you'd fight through the pain in hopes to find me in the verses you laid down next to the reflections of new morning rays

Does she love me? I ask the heavy petals. Soon they'll all be plucked. She loves me not? I ask the heavy petals. Too soon, they've been plucked. Does she love me? I ask the heavy petals. Well pluck if I know. She loves me not? I ask the heavy petals. But they've all been plucked. So she loves me? I ask the fallen petals. But they don't respond.