Undertow

Would that
this house of rooms in my head
had more locked doors
I would worry less about you walking through them,
shedding death and longing

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I can feel it —
inoculated by empty kisses
the sound of your voice yet bites deep

I mistook time in your eyes
blue water on a beach
flowing, sinking, ebbing,
out to unknown waters —
would that
I had known the undertow

Even now,
truth told
against the bile of my stomach,
the hint of you
still draws breath.