absence

when you went into me,
in your absence,
a puer in a senex,
you spurred me on a trip...

we were both
servants of the daemonic
-- hungry for life,
& wounded by hope--
two quicksand holes...

we bit each other

for inspiration,

& drank rose water like blood--

to the nurishment for the art

in your absence, 

you hung your shadow 

by the window, 

like a piece of used cloth--

i spooled and re-knitted it

into a shawl, and 

wrapped around my neck

a gentle chill

invaded my core....

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