Posted on November 18 2017
"With you I light my anger.
You are tinder for the flame.
I beat my head against your breast and wait
Heat still lingers in the mouth
when you are absent. I cannot find
its punctuation. I quote your face,
I sing your pleasure in my hiccups.
Slice my hand and you fall out.
When I am furious, I may sleep inside your shadow.
Between our phone calls, those long silences:
Call this friendship, as a man befriends
the candles of his heartbeat.
The poem was about you, long before
it even started."
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