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A wild yet formed right handed swing, a roundhouse kiss
A shock of brown hair dancing in the overcast light
My heavy steps, lurching to the left, too quickly
For me to keep up. An airplane overhead.
An overcooked plate of meat and vegtables, a second kiss
Planted thoughtlessly against a naked throat
A can of beer, a silent engine, ticking over in my head
I could throw it straight through this window and laugh out loud
Just as easily as I could sink into this comfortable chair
Feel your weight move besides me, into me, against me:
watching the latest death toll on TV
A glass of orange juice, chilled by my failing fridge
A broken alarm clock, that wakes me up every day
A third kiss, on your shoulder, you always close your eyes
And smile. You always close your eyes and smile.
I hold you close to me. One day I will die, and so,
Logically, will you.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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