the world can see
yet
you need not.
memories pouring out
of touch
sorrow
run~away me.
a small screened place
on the Maury
tubing
tumbling
never worrying.
kisses/rumpled sheets/dream clouds.
I wanted north
and more.
You wanted west.
I went.
And cried the night of the first game.
Years later I know you couldn't understand
different we are
we tried.
'Tis not a game.
Our skin surface damp, breath lost, as
summer
shimmers
and the fall awaits.
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