1.

This is how I would fall asleep:
close to your thrumming husk
elsewhere in dreams,

even if sleep
never comes.

2.

You enter rooms and
the axis grinds to halt:
plummeting stomach and
blood pressure on the rise.

Something in your eyes says,
It’s spinning up like a record player.
It’s playing our tune.

3.

I have a tune for you,
a bottle to contain you,
a curtain to pull around you,
a magic trick to turn you
into something else you
have never.

I have a song for you,
a state of shock for you,
a lyric flame singing you,
a ridiculous limerick about you,
rhymes and lilting rhythms you
have never.

I think I’ll play for you
a chord I have build for you,
arpeggios rising up to you,
arpeggios falling away from you,
turns of phrase, groaning, you
have never.

I think I’ll whisper you
a something to cover you,
a blanket to warm you,
a down, an up, a level you,
you, you, you, you, you
have never.

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