and he said:

eyes i cannot see
for haze
covers them
with dreamday stanzas
or poetry once
written of fall
when autumn leaves
hold memories
drawn poster thick in hideous
scrawls upon your body i’ve
lost at sea the perfect
lips pressed upon
my beached feelings
tangled seaweed drowned
in foam and kisses
upon my crown
that hold up sky scraper’s
glass clouds
my vision rain slicked
wet hair with fingers fit
necks kissed
you at the place where we once
twisted our limbs into wood knots
in the fibers that held our
perfect words
we never said
the lips to the chest through
the canals of you ear
lay your hands on me
hear
lay your lover to rest.

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