the gun is in the shop, in the woods, rusting blue.
everything unshot, or pre-shot, or clicking in the dusklight
- sometimes, i want to kiss you just to know what it's like to be kissed by someone who wants me that much
- i like you when you look at me like looking at me is enough, when your hands don't demand more.
- you were absolute in the midst of my abstraction.
- i want you to place me on a counter top and love me without words.
- i want you to dip me in ink and love me entirely in letters.
- i want you to take me to all the nowheres you are going.
- i want you to sleep next to me and think that is as close as you'll ever need to be.
- i want you to hold me in the glass roots of your thoughts stolen only by your vapor dreams.
- i want you to know where i scribble my dotted-lines.
- i want your lips to teach my throat what it feels like to be voiceless.
- i want you to think of me as grace, something you receive in faith, undeserved.
- i want you to let me go.
- there are parts of you that you have forgotten;
- dismantle disarm disengage
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