I have seen my reflection
in the tarnished spoon that feeds the hungry universe
slowly so its never satisfied.
I know you better now
and even though I need you
need the way your spirit caresses mine
like two cats curled around each others skeletons
need you because you've stolen something that does not regenerate
like the clipped end of a chameleons tail
even though I need your breath mingling with mine in this cool autumn air that
feels like brushing fingertips with a phantom...
I don't like you at all.
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