have stared and studied love
Squinted and marveled and made all my focus the little elements and large motions
Of
But in my memory*
All eyes
All feet
All kisses
Burn one flame*
Melt in the flame of my memory to one
Grotesque amorphous body barely seen
A waxing monster in the shadows
Thighs
Where lips are looked for
Or a laugh
When the back of the neck is sought
No hair
Until hair is conjured
No hand to hold
But a hundred hands together
When hand is spoken
Despite my memory
I long for you
Ever surprising comfort
Refuge from the haunting
Of your *own shade
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