As you sleep tonight
hours and lifetimes
will have separated us
again.
How many moons have I
stolen as you’ve slept?
How many moons must I pluck
to keep our footprints
at the ocean’s edge?
Oh how this night is wide—
so deep and dark,
so indifferent
to my shallow longings!
But how I feel you on this night!
Feel you with the force,
of a thousand crashing waves,
feel you with every fiber of my being!
Fibers so crazed with want,
they wind and weave
to the fit the likeness
of the noose
you find me hanging from--I will choose my own executioner!
No longer will I be hung unto you!
No longer,
No longer,
No longer.
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