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i am
a broken lightbulb
warm skin under a floodlight
silent limbs and a shudder before sleep.
a plea:
come back to me, love
and then beyond;
unbreak our crystal
take back your smell
cut down the forest
suck the river dry
erase the milky way
do not have touched me;
find everything exactly as it was
preserved, touched only by you
and the men you had touched
before the space in my lung
was born.
make the leaves green again.
the morning is empty
and my heart leaks pinot noir.