I
move away from where I used to be
from the hallow and the profane,
from the edges of your dark desires,
the center of your being.
I
move away from the warmth of your hair
Keep a living distance from your arms
forget as much as possible
everything that guilts.
I
move away from under your tongue
away from patterned ease, demanding
my own language, my own senses
my own ridiculous cycles.
I
move away to catch my breath
around the corner before you wrap me
with long, silken strings
(oh sweet familiar things...)
