1stApr. × ’16

Chivalry and hesitation
Who will come
from what
to where?

Are we here
when you hesitate
for a moment only
and I come to pass
because you open the door
to where the air is thin
and breath slightly short?

No Norman door conversation
no window dressing
Door open with a gentle breeze
glancing my leg accidentally
Shoulders square
legs dividing yours

In a dream I reach
for the door handle
it shifts
like a train pole
lost in headphones

Oh map of veins pulsing
Where is the door to water
sliding down your throat

Let me play with ice
on your wrists

Are we there

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