ghosts and attics

lazy blue numbers count
the empty stale prevailing hours
i lay unanswered
tired and uninspired
no disc
no disc

unfilled attic nests
hollow above
nameless noise
skips smooth and flat
ripples concentric dimples over
a river stream of languid longings

between careful quiet breaths
i console myself invisible

the edges of dream
inkle sift through moon trace
the world turns
the muffled lines of morning
veil starry clutter
soft before it disappears

no longer concealed he reaches
fading naked into light
limbs twist like pretzel arms
unable to untangle
his tongue
never speaks

there is something to be said
about getting to know someone
before you live with them

for years,

and years,

and years

kimberley diamond bones


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