the use of his skin
i remember against the sheets in night
brushing upon our shins
i recall a coldness
broken by what we were
but what we were without
two beings dancing in a subway station
longing for virtue instead of tuesday
where we ate in dim light fragility
in a restaurant neither of us could remember
and they played a song
but toxic rhymes climactic
which defines our moment here within
a lie we told ourselves
placing books on broken shelves
as if they’re fine with where they went
like relationships and flickers
burning in sensation
for a moment or for a night
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