We were sleepwalking
Passing each other
Like two ghosts haunting the same
House
New bedclothes
New furnishings
Plates
But no appetite
No desire
——
2020 on the forecast
Nothing we planned came to pass
We are frightened
By nothing
Flattened by morning
——
What is appetite?
Craving
Look me in the eye
Your skin
Your sin
Look me in the eyes
You’ll see my poetry
Waiting all night
To see you
It’s not masked by this year
It’s brought back
To the base value
The foundation
Remove the complexities
The trivial
——
Appetites
Cravings
Passions
Your skin
Your lips
We don’t have to move
Through time
Waiting
For right moments
Perfect places
They don’t exist
Our bodies moving together
There are still some things
We can say
Without speaking
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