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Those Midnight Infatuations 


 


 


1. 


You're the water  


on the phone Sun 


that I crave. 


To become the 


dopamine blocker  


in my brain. 


 


2. 


I am the minuscule rolled balls    


of lent you pull at  


on clothing 


swiftly thrown away  


making nerves  


skip over your skin  


holding hand in hand.  


 


3. 


My feet knotted with yours 


but as the moon hits the glass 


of week old water  


on the oak nightstand 


it shows you are just 


another shadow I have 


glued to my side.  


 


 


4. 


The tip of your 


dry cracked finger  


traces the outline  


of the old water ring stain. 


From whisky glasses 


next to the bed.  


Quick to turn back around 


as he comes back in the room. 


 


5. 


Hot water consumes you  


as liquid swirling  


around your shriveled feet 


turns crimson and all they can say 


when arriving is  


they did all they could 


but I guess you didn't love  


me enough to stay. 


 


6. 


You became a permeant 


nettle deep in my 


limbic system 


and the only way 


to remove you 


would to get rid of  


part of me 


forceps tick 


the folds of my brain 


severing most ties 


to the rest of my body 


but you would like that 


wouldn't you? 


  


7. 


The distortion lens 


you blinded me with 


is the reflections  


I see in coffee  


only to get muckier 


as you pushed  


me away until the very end. 


 


 


 


8.    


The crevasses of your skin  


crinkled like dew-fallen paper  


left outside for too long 


when the folds in  


your lips cracked  


when you smiled 


shame the only thing  


to see that is dirt.

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