INTIMACY

I wanted to watch you shave

but I didn’t

It seemed imperative

to leave the room

To leave the night before and

the longing

As if it would tangle around our legs

trip us 

Surrendering our dreams 

to the sun
I wanted to put your toothbrush
in my mouth
Peirce the tip of my finger on the blade
of your razor
Watch the crimson teardrop form
on the arc of the moon
And put my finger between your parted 
lips

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