your absence
your presence is a silent void,
the rope over the burning coal.
I walk. I run mindlessly
to the edge of the world.
I die into my memory.
your voice, trick for the lost,
floats on the surface:
enchanting and soft
like a heavy silk...
the attraction of the raindrop,
trapped in a cobweb...
the night sifts through my dreams,
whispers spell of your breath
over my bare skin.
the knife of the permanent loss
curve the stars off my flesh
and pin them randomly
at the fringes of the dark sky
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