obsession is a colorless thing.

Unpacking instruments
    of the soul is trepidatious
       @ best. But_______
                         peace comes naturally
                                   where you are.

I’m a pair of stockings with runs|

nearly calf to knee|
    a stream of pale skin in a Stygian alcove
       running braindamaGed&delicate

     I like to imagine
       we star A-list in each other’s movies &
     our lovers’ arc is rediscovering seconds, minutes, details,  
         within a colorless bloom of solicitude. 

–LM

    

          [Time exists only before and after you & the prologue is oh-so-long.]

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