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iv. Adam.<br />
The winter air, the summer heat; it all seems contradictory. Yet,<br />
still seemingly surreal and natural, the heat of your hands<br />
the isolation- no.<br />
the immolation set fire to the woods we wandered.<br />
Every nickel, every quarter<br />
Tender to be tender to you<br />
I was just as scattered. But just the same I<br />
gathered every cent, every sense and listened to<br />
every scent for the moment. Now<br />
gone.<br />
A supernova simultaneous and sordid.<br />
Then, it all<br />
Began.<br />
That night the air was thick<br />
and so was ambition. A hand on your thigh, through the<br />
stardust into ambiguous fear.<br />
Fear at once knew my hand, as much as it knew every hair on your face,<br />
Every glance and I set the pace,<br />
running, sprinting, and limping<br />
all at once.<br />
The way you give a look<br />
as if it were sterling every time.<br />
A generous hand you had, and still<br />
I close my world, breathe in your eyes<br />
Inhaled your glare; Let the stare coat my throat and<br />
let it go as if I could afford more<br />
as if I wasn’t emotionally worn; already opening another door.<br />
I let astral bodies build, let them set<br />
Keeping count of every single tear wept.<br />
I held out my hand,<br />
overworked, over-stretched and overbearing the weight of a line enjambed.<br />
I remember the words.<br />
The anticipation.<br />
Keeping the wind between us warm<br />
but never blazing.<br />
Civility + You<br />
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