In the falling soon
of the candied moon
I hear you
In the urgent rain
that strafes the windowpane
I see you
In the open sore
forged by the shadows upon my door
I see you
In the tangled scent
of the song that won't relent
I know you
In the anxious bed
where a brace of dreams are bred
I name you
In the truths bruised and raw
that reside beyond the law
I claim you
In the inarticulate speech
of the beauty I can't reach
I taste you
In the heat that comes
like a nectar to my tongue
I approach you
In the piercing sun
that interrogates everyone
I miss you.
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