AwakeI am beholding cloudsbeholding dreamsand… beholding the hands of a woman… she has taken a fragment of me with herExactly like the force of a forkcarving out a piece of cake
I muse on those handsthat seem to have bathed within junglessubmerged into oceanstouched herrings
Hands covered with the dirt and sand of deserted plainsHands soaked with dreamsYour handsYour arms
If I were you, beh ...
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