sharing cigarettes &taketurn swigs
back against back sitting on our dirty ground
your hand feels good in my pocket
garbagecars- a deadly wind create
i the stranger
you the winter love
we get drunk
an underground loneliness to sink further away
from unfamiliar into the faces of
slowly faded soon colorless &forgotten
memories-
eyes to make a glance
hands to make a pass
the form craved no different- the scent the
touch familiar- a dissolve &reappear
as eyes close/open as reminder that
this is new- this is you &this new
ghost has a face-
eyes to make a glance
hands to make a pass
hearts to pulse blood
mouths to do what mouths do.
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