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  • i.

    in the summer. we backpack
    miles into the forest
    we swim by a river with
    granite rocks and we
    sunbathe naked

    no one knows this place
    we have found

    no one can hear us
    the fire is lit

    Look. the sun is setting
    come quickly my love

    before it fades


    the constellation
    of desire

    the permutation
    of loss

    across the Styx
    i swim

    back and forth
    --back and forth
    ----back and forth

    never reaching
    the shore


    scarlet. Like
    your lips

    the fire burns

    the mosquitos
    devour us

    like bait. we bleed

    the night is

    rustle of wind

    with you beside

    i never want
    to sleep


    i forget to forget

    sometimes. late
    at night.

    like a slap of water
    against the face

    i awake. the empty
    bed. cold.

    hollow. embers.
    only darkness

    the fire is out.

    (public mural at 17th and Sanchez in SF)
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