Friday, September 22, 2017

The intimacy of anonymity

Be silent
Do not speak
Nor whisper
Your name
Its weight
I cannot

Don’t burden me
With your
Weight of history
Your body
In my arms
Is all
I can bear

Your tears
Do not
Move me
As our sweat
Trickles and
Pools in puddles
Between us

Be silent
Let seconds
Merge, as our
Bodies fuse
And breathe
Blends in
Muted moans

Then go
Unknown, back
Into your skin
Pick up
Your history
Leave me in
Intimacy, unknown

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