There is an excitement
in her motions
she moves so fast
you can barely see
you revel in her wake
you wait for the next
fleeting moment
Bastard moments--
lost in your cold brain
where do they go
at the end of the day?
There is no meaning
try calling it a name
names and logic
mean nothing here
This is where sorrow drowns
this is where faces melt
and all becomes calm
Everything is nothing
right now is everything
You are the pillow under my head
the meat on my table
the air in my lungs
You are the rightness of now
I run a race every day
I run for this--
you and me
blankets and books
Forever fused,
we resist tomorrow.
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