you will never know the scenes in which i leaned over your desk and whispered lust into your ear. you will never see the words i erased from my machine as i left you one more time.
but you could have
if the world existed for you and i.
* * *
IMAGINE
the end, in ashen-faced clarity
The world in dust at our feet
So we would be free to
Finally live it
The sunlight cuts neon gaps in the Venetian blinds. It is dark where he sits, though, and he is ever nestled in a thundercloud. I feel his heat. I watch his hands simmer in stillness.
Weary,
Secrets spill amidst the gunfire
We hide, closer than rules allow
We touch, united by the terror
Of being human
The whiteness of the walls deaden sensation, but not feeling. I warm my hands in coffee-steam. Soon, evening will settle into restless night. You walk past for the third time but it feels like the first.
Dust
Settles on the sunset
High up in a tower, we wait
Holding on for need of comfort
As the skies turn nuclear red
There is another dimension between the patchwork of incidental closeness and almost-coincidence. A love that lies in wait amidst the clacking of keyboards, waiting for the world to fall so that truth can finally be told.
Inevitable.
What triumph be your accidental kiss
What victory is this war-torn attraction?
Your hand in mine, at the edge
of the universe.
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