for the elusive space in your belly
for the elusive space your stomach, sleepless
by the tide in your mouth, down the street
light that draw
my body with your hands shifting,
by the voracious expansion of your silence, wind
well away, moon adulterous
not know really why I write down words
why my fingers.
Dime if you know how much is
before you leave this death,
before it breaks our mirror. Di
never or di morning, all the same:
womb that loses its leaves wave sleep,
fingers to erase, and a deep breath.
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