The moon
which sees me where I am,
sees you where you are, probably ......
You are not alone.
Opium night
the moonlight moaning through the water,
your eyes
brimming over my face.
Hyena
thighs loins chest throat
hyena
out of the eyes
hyena
arms
paws
hyena
out of the cry
hyena
in the dry brushwood
alone
You grow inside me,
inch by inch, an immortal tree,
your branches spreading through my veins.
Inside my insides, I hear
the rustling of your leaves.
We dance ourselves dizzy
tracing gestures upon an empty sky
we dance, dance to forget
this spreading emptiness.
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