I'm alone, yet I shove you off like a sweater on a hot night,
Hoping that the blankets will keep me close,
and that skin against skin, all my own, will feel
Like
You,
Another you.
A distant lover, once wrapped like twine around my little finger,
In my clutches,
In my heart and head and hands
In the sands of both deserted love and time.
I left you like a plate at a diner
For a pretty waitress to carry away
To be cleansed of all the oily crumbs I left behind.
I left you like a fingerprint.
Like pocket lint.
Like pieces of rock and flint in sand.
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