and I start to think of you again
and it's as though you never left
since I found you this has been your home
the silence in the dark
heavy in my head
bringing blood to boil to blossom
new flowers
your scent
and the sounds of the moments between being different people apart
when we can sit or lie together
coiling limbs like ribbons
letting truth lie sleeping
hesitation
keeping dreams at bay
like the night before Christmas without bells and neon lights
a present we can't open yet
my favourite gift-wrapped marble vision
every breath fit for the Louvre.
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