and because I will not leave without you,
my cold air and sullen stars and grinning predators
leave me before dawn gasps its pressure.
inhale here with me, now: what are we
but doves, caught soft and crooning?
your name has its own life
in my mouth, red and heavy and sweet.
when the stars fade I fear I'll lose
my direction but I cling to a faint memory
that the last time the sun rose, your voice
in the distance called me home.
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