i've spent my days here so far
wandering around
learning the shape of this place.
walking home the setting sun
cuts over my head like a knife
i miss you
i want to be slung over your shoulder
like a doe rabbit
i want to be clutched
in your fist by the thin silk of my hair
i want to watch as my blood
touches you like a hand
gentle
but all that touches me
here is distance
- a rough lover
.
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