match

in a cadence reserved for lovers
or perfect strangers
you untwisted the lock
set the door ajar
and invited ambiguity for breakfast.

on the rocks

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gilt

ambrose tundra

sometimes I eat the sounds of words,
roll them on my tongue like a new lover
exploring the thick Cracks
and breathing delicate whispers into the soft spaces between pause while electric pulses
refuse
to
stop
even in the night

I wake to thoughts heavy like wool blankets
those shining eyes piercing even my dreams
and helpless, I find myself wanting to tell you
of your own influence
with recycled words.
for short of a new language
haven't we made love already
isn't it old already
vintage wine already in 2002

i  drink to you
kiss your being with my lips purple with lust
this moment pregnant with our silence