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I’d never let you go… even beyond 💖💖🙏

House of Heart

Autumn leaves have begun to fall.
Late October London is ablaze in hues of orange and purple.
On my bench by the river I daydream that I am an adolescent
reptile escaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlung, laid back basking in the sun.

The air is layered in heavy cologne but men do not  interest me now.  I am content to casually observe.  To my advantage I know all about them while they know so little about me.  Thinking of you against my wishes, dying a little,  dead all the sweet hope of dreams never realized,  I imagine my earthly body padded, sat beside yours on a grassy knoll
breathing  the scent of lilac and the mossy green River Delta.

In the dark I am nude but for a shadow across my torso.
You are so near and to distract my self from this burning desire
I let my thoughts linger among…

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