desire as the trade
of what you move around in
beyond an eliciting of words
say you keep the loss of where you thought
a half of what you meant to say
I remember you from the first moment we met
it happens and then it happens again
some bodies beyond the touch of trespass
this recording captures the slip
stumbled forward to press this time a bit short
you always pull away and the scene clips
I didn't know the name of the game we played
stolen back along water where we watched till no sun
once we were and this life is tethered to regret
tried wishing that arc of your life crossed closer
not broken lighted across these doorways
the last time we walked away from the levee
there was no looking back
let it rise as it rises
let the black night stay closer to you
than I will ever muster
"gave up on love
fucking with those heartbeakers"
-N. Minaj
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