1. I love you when your voice drifts into my sleep

larger than the centurial dust that we keep 

between us

on smokescree nights like these

when we lie so near 

yet so distant 

from each other’s reason

and the love we fling to the wind 

reminds us each of a child 

who tries to feed a pigeon

with the crumbs of thrown stones

but stuns what they set out to hold,

with the hurt that casts over 

the others intention 

like the body and skin 

concealing what we will never own

2. I love you when the touch of your mind pools

in the warmth of your blood 

and you remember again 

the euphony of our disparate heart

so I might think 

that you only let the window

to the universe of this glass house 

called love, open the blink of its curtains

only if we part, 

where our love is a foundling 

foundering in the sea of us

and from there 

you look back at me 

with eyes licking the brine of my fears

with hands brushing so evanescent 

along the locks of my mind

that the color of sense 

is any tsinginingini thing 

splaying Into everything 

for a defenseless second

when I feel the presence of our love 

in all you have forgotten 

3. I love you in the mornings when I lie asleep

under the papyrus reeds 

and you gaze into me so fiercely 

that the lines buried in my face loosen             

into the oasis of your lips

I wake up then

when we remember 

the dune grass dance of love

whispering through the tendrils 

that curl outward around us 

listen or you will lose me 

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