Why do we
Upon days soaked in ebony,
Drenched in the dark
Of moments, apart,
Wash ourselves to clean ourselves
Still with the touch to soothe vessels,
To calm the spark of dread
Leaving lips
Unneeded to be fed?

We are relived
In our quiet current
Of clear, about ourselves, so near.
We dream of glaciers
To cover our cities.
We hear the nightmares of others
In external lives.
Can we love
In a room painted with blood?

Wed me,
Shed me
Of two petals between your trembling pillars.
Walk me
Under the shower of your gaze.
Stalk me,
Brand me
In the cushion of your heat,
For our lives will be relieved.

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