The most emphatic sensation
Finds my desires tipped over by the bedside table
on the floor
Next to the spilt milk and water of me
Dried up emulsions
To peel that layer of me would take more then words
More then effort built up on the window screen
The heat rises all around me
Nothing but cool tugs tempt me from the inside
Overt possibilities rejected
Licks of the palm inspected with chalk dust
Your sweltering blue winds always took me somewhere
Out of reach
Top shelf
Left corner next to inspirations fist
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