present in all the ways our bodies touch
like skin against skin. our nerves converse
through transparent skin
i am the silence that stopped abruptly
inside of these four walls
smoke rises to an outside window
ensnared by the smell of autumn air
in darkness i will wait for you
in darkness the smoke will dissipate
and i,
beneath you,
will become like smoke
losing form
in the
fresh
rain
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