if i lie within
my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth
i weep!

and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness

and     of   your-heart
and    smile
too i’ve seen thinly die

i ate the dreams
from your mouth

and arguments are stupid things
spectral ghosts of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away
so do you!

:: ~~ ::

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