| | "I threaten my life with your words, and when I'm sleeping, I'm a shadow again on the delicate porches of cold soul where we rest with our undone inners; our voices in the dense may midnight.
I have cleansed your wishes with my lips and my longing for desire, as you pass your cigarette-ends to my silent beats of sensation; and when I'm grinning, of course, I touch the passion of your voice in my sumptuous greetings, and reminders, which speak
I'm reading out my fingers, cursing silently at your words
I sleep on the floor when I'm done."
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