poetry distillation

the shape of your neck
wrestling with my focus

I could have smiled
and twirled a spoon
in my coffee
to taste the dimensions
of your spiraling

I’ve wondered
how your body
would resist
being against a window
freezing like dew
in the dawn

all that we study
to forget
the longitude
of an instant

– yours –
from above
and there is no
sky here

let’s repose
and dissolve
like heat
from a distance

an unfamiliar

nihilistic poetry

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