Elbows on a Mountain
Distance follows,
Like long trails down dead dirt roads,
Obscure avenues where glitter floats, thigh high.
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Your hand runs like a kiss,
Known along the back of my neck
Like two black swans, inexorably tied.
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In these moments,
When falling seems old like turpentine,
I turn on my sight, instinctual overdrive.
I whistle at shadows, what we call the night.
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I prowl like language, shared between pre midnight kisses on porches.
Spoken, hushed, uncrowded
Like elbows on a mountain.