This appears in a pre-2010 issue of Down in the Dirt magazine.
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two eyes meet from corners of the room.
let go such unnerving breaths—
tic-toc-ticks our hearts in dramatic harmony.
only your fingertips on your hand,
holding as i would also hold;
your lips open, slight, unnoticeable
but to my longing eyes—
such skin i’d have pressed into mine,
color against this transparent shadow—
a desire i have need for obtaining,
to burn up inside of me
and leave me helpless and ashen,
your masochistic knight in
pins-and-needled armor—
what a sensation to stay me at my place,
and prevent me from ever whispering
my pledges into your screaming voice;
to take over you with the smallest of gestures—
and lie with you in silence,
but for your gasping
and my insecurities—
to hold you again
and taste you,
with moans
and laughter—
but you turn and all thoughts therefore nullified;
into the void where the rest of my fears hide.
the dim lights rise up with glaring symphony
to show me all of the people ahead of me.
