not easy in these days
with the weather breathing cotton
a brutality of softness
everything losing its edge
even you
i long for a razor of light
anything
and i will cut this blanket of slumber
from our bodies
to wave like a flag
in the sweltering dawn
surrender to a victory we abandoned
or reclaim the field
once again
this first love
i left in the rain
unmounted oilgraph - 7x5
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