I miss you here, you
a thousand shards of light,
while I bottle up rainbows--
the energy condensed will explode
---
your love is a windup clock,
I turn the gears, synchronize
my needs with your highs,
curb my cries on your lows
-----
when your drink is bourbon on ice,
my drink is your coming
and leaving
me
to silence.
(anodyne 10/25)
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