In short: above all else I dream of you
and sleep because I'll see your face again.
And your breathing keeps me breathing;
I'm in this to the end.
Conduit, to force hot water flowing, spilling black
upon white fabrics, smeared to remind
the flowers of a fallen raindrop that seemed to wash over
all those eyes. And the consonance concealed
the secrets that were flattened, hatches battened
to contain the contaminants that could have spoiled
many evenings.
You are connecting pipes, enlightening sights and
burning up my skin.
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