nude

between
sea & sky

bitter
pleasures

she
sculpts
to forget
future

remember
ruins we made

of our bodies
only

thieves
thought

for moment
after moment

denoting
detonations

for guides
who went
to weep

in garden
holding gate
open for other

whoever
they were

witnesses

wreckage we
wrought

her
in i in
her
inside

me
motion

motion
gesture

gyrate
going

down
going

down
in her

sweat
shimmer

luster life
gesture
towards
two as one
purest
math

of her eyes

Christopher Barnet

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