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When the door opens

and the wind from your stare takes me heeled back

an enclosure

a reckoning

of the moments ahead

of the moment I dread

when I wake

until then, however,

we feed off each other

each other’s vibrating breaths

each other’s vibrating essence

because it’s all we know

because we’re dying,

and we pant

and we hunger

for more than this,

for more than the stare,

for more than the wish,

we pant for a life-saving warmth

from the linger, from the tips.

The door opened and you saved me,

with one caring embrace

that endured for too short a time

and all that I’m left with

is a joker

and an empty room that is mine.

 

-AR

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