haunt
again
paper-thin skin veins alight
I shrug at the touch
veridical transparency
doesn't negate
the slumber call
of daylight nose-to-nose kiss
delight in circumspect wish
twilight and the gentle catapault
of your tummy-pillow into dream-state bliss
the demand
do not give me that word karma
I slide through
grasp
not yours not mine not ours
not this not this not this not this
nowhere.
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