(you) stretch your potent wing/span
across
the sky, clouds
arguing
for the pleasure
to
bask in your (flowery) presence / and
i / speak
with you, cross country,
phone
lines
bowed (under the pressure of regret)
bend
and touch
those
errant little hairs / on
the back
of my neck.
they tell me (i was right)
in
saying no,
in
continuing to breathe
(without you)
and
wake up
feeling
sweet...
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