the moments
don't roll away. stay
frozen as this
where voice is kept. as close
to mouth as possible
lovewords
recalled
within nights
seeing no-one
So hard to believe these stars are real in the desert
& when eyes are closed
So hard, to say this
intimacy, the moments
kept under shirt, and warmed
that voice, in quiet words, in sudden eye
then candlebright then
Voice inside the telephone.
Would seek to make this in words
to see that face within these sounds
to say it, & touch
when this is all, this silence, all
to remember, rain
spills streetlights on the ground
& there's none of us easy to live with
so hard to say this
to want no more of this
kiss
what language is for
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