so familiar

the old familiar anxiety

that provokes your infinite coincidence

and then the instant comes

when your eyes

and the cold

and your teeth

make this possibility born
that instant

will forever live

unfulfilled
frustrated? -then go!

but if you stay then turn off the lights

and let us lick each others wounded moon

so big the sea and yet so empty of you
So much the weight I put on you
you say as you left:
doom is a creative color